CORSAGE
Not a flower of amaranthine nature,
but
a buddy Rose of fragrance,
lasting on my buttonhole,
with a smile of endurance
and grandeur, sits steady and firm
as
woman of firm household
minding and binding in the hearth.
A precious GIFT from her good self,
The
gentle serenading of Rose,
A move
0f lullaby and sleep,
Tapping around
white garment
Travelling all over as a faithful
Servant clinging on ; a breeze
afar
Welcomes you with a bliss
Of
boon passing on to the Giver.
A
morrow for all of us with a
Waking Dawn and buttonhole
Smiling steady and stay ever.
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