Solemnly the roses wept, when
I mirrored their crimson hue.
Low, the bonnets held their heads,
each shedding tears of blue.
Never I heard the pansies cry, as they landed on the floor. Until the ivy
creeping softly, led me through the door.
Each moment henceforth triumphed in the tiger lilies’ roar.
- created on Microsoft designer
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
Just beautiful Cathy – I’ve missed you!
Thank you so much, my friend. There will be more to come. 😁