Spring flowersA Poem byThe red-buds call to the bluebell flowers below,
The bluebells, being blossoms of late spring,
Then shyly looking down, softly speak,
'How can we invite them inside?
For a moment; a redbud turns a sage,
'Look at you, I am ashamed to call you ours, © 2012Author's Note
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