Flower child
She is the blossom
That springs from air
To tell a story
That's always fair
In an explosion of glory!
She is the beauty
That turns our eyes
In the blessings of lives!
She is the reason
That we see the sun
On the glimmer of hope
For a plethora of fun
In this miserable time
Of the dawn of the flower child!
My version of this!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon (Art and Poetry with a Pencil)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases.
