Walking the morn of purple bruised repose,
Upon petals of lilies & weeping mauve
rose,
On morning-glory bathed in fresh cool dew,
And pansies waltzed in a rhapsody of blues.
Lilac lidded lupines embracing new cyan
dawn,
All wanting to be Queen of sun-rising cool morn,
But none can compare with the jacaranda of lace,
Filigreed lashes shading her flushed lavender
face.
She´s the prettiest & best dressed of all
regal trees,
Petticoats sway & waft in the sweet summer
breeze,
Her Carpet of lilac instills envy in her jealous
peers,
As summer ends, she weeps her soft lavender
tears.
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