Flowers Of Love.
Flowers do seem lovely,
When love buds in heart,
And azure romance spreads it lure,
With Nature's rise in body's art.
Love the foreign gypsy pipes its advent,
In the crescent tide of adolescence,
Birds sing, fountain glides, sky opens,
And joyous feeling produce chemical trance.
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