A Fresh Flower Blue

It's a fresh flower blue.
I wrap it in a sheet.
I love its scent, it's hues.

It sips the mist, the dew
and leaves an odor, treat
It's a fresh flower blue.

Its pets, the bees and crew
they meet, they greet, they eat.
I love its scent, its hues.

From dawn to dusk they woo
and bask in rain or heat.
It's a fresh flower blue.

There's a flower for you

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poem by Agatha Lai
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