A flourish of blossom and bloom
is more than blaze and perfume.
Not just for the eye or the nose,
they beg our mind to compose.
But sometimes better not to engage.
Best simply to sit back and gaze.
Poetry by George Lang
Poetry by George Lang
A flourish of blossom and bloom
is more than blaze and perfume.
Not just for the eye or the nose,
they beg our mind to compose.
But sometimes better not to engage.
Best simply to sit back and gaze.