Marigolds On 2014051820140517 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems There’s menace in the marigolds And secrets in the flowers; The stamen and the sepal now Have preternatural powers The gift of golden nature Is a trap to snare our eyes; It’s when we stand the most enthralled We’re nearest our demise To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...
Absolutely beautiful!