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On the cusp…..

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On the cusp—-

Her mind drifts as she ascends..
Up she goes…
An ethereal smile pulls at her lips…
her toes tickled by the thick pile…
Her fingertips brush
the gentle rose

and proud tulip,
the happy daisy
and bold peony.
THERE, the ivy flows,
and the glad is glad.
The dahlia arrests in its grace.
And the foxglove? It simply accepts its majesty…
Aw, the beauty of the petal,
the glory of the soft blossoms..
She takes the explosion
of colour..
into her dreams
and rides the waves..
into bliss..

P.L. 09/08/2015
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