PP Founder's Day 2020
Violet
Lifted through the garden on sweet fragrance
Warmth spread radial, saying its alright
Such a presense, soothing eruption
No dark clouds forecasted
What makes me feel this way.
Ways of the heart got me feeling
Shadows scattered like mice
Massive waves of brilliance engulfed
Worries lost between leaves lustiness
A sweet scent, her garden enticed and lifted me buoyant.
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SupaCollection - Realm 3
Poetrycontest entries and some miscellaneous works that don't fit anywhere else.
