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After a Bashful Touch of Rain Showers

Their petals slowly wave in the dulcet breeze....
They fill the air in sweet soft scents,
When their delicate petals unfold,
Slowly waving in the dulcet breeze,
In vibrant shades of yellows, pinks, and blues,
And stand tall, between an arched rainbow.

After a bashful touch of rain showers,
Forming into crystalize droplets,
Dripping upon the blossoms fragile leaves,
On a stimulating summer day,
As the golden rays offset.

Instilling a charming glow,
Adding a radiant ambiance, to a welcoming atmosphere,
As I listen to the precious birds chirping,
Into a melodious tune,
On this comforting, and inspirational time of year.
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Published: 8/6/2014
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