a poem by Nishu Mathur, India
No ode for you, periwinklesNo exalted verse or prose No lover's gift you would be Unlike the regal roseNot placed in summer bouquets In vases - never seenNor gracing dark tresses Nor found in floats of dreamsYet sweet you are to me Happy in blue and white With your merry little faces Like fairies and lithe sprites.
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