Today’s prompt was The Language of Flowers so I wrote a Rime Couee love poem. Enjoy.
The Language of Flowers
Purple sprigs say forget-me-not
while baby’s breath declare what aught
to be entwined for love
True rose assertion of intent
lovely jasmine for sweet consent
as the sun shines above
© A. F. Stewart 2023
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It’s a nice poem. Congrats!
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This is a perfect poem for spring with all the flowers.
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