Flowers of the spring
By Vivienne T
White flowers opening as soft as clouds
Slightly sloping together like a crowd
They smell like honey cakes
They feel like a mist
Disappearing like snowflakes
You can twist them to your wrist
White flowers opening as soft as clouds
Slightly sloping together like a crowd
They smell like honey cakes
They feel like a mist
Disappearing like snowflakes
You can twist them to your wrist