Primrose glances, warm, inviting; sun-dipped tresses, willow-thin. An acquiescent aura floats, a sultry whisper draws you in.
Layered curves of petalled softness frame a blushing, bright-eyed sheen; as tufts of golden tassels nod, you sink in velvet-textured green.
Fragrance melts between your fingers, swirls through mounds of snowy lace; from rosy drifts of pale chiffon, seductive tendrils brush your face.
Silent notes of adoration fill your soul, uplift your heart. You search for words to write the song a garden's beauty can impart.
by Laryalee Fraser
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