Wednesday, May 7, 2014

LILY OF THE VALLEY - a poem

 
LILY OF THE VALLEY
 

 A glorious convallaria scent

did not
luxuriate beneath the shade
of trees in my garden
when I was a child.
Admiration from afar
I gave
to another's well cared plot.
The perfume drove me wild
when I was a child.
Now I am happy
to plant crowns
in my garden
at this age
I am ...

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