Pansies

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Loving how the pansy is one to thrive in cold, I've made my own broadcast: The day it was too warm for the pansies.

Submitted: February 08, 2009

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Submitted: February 08, 2009

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It's quite an uncommon occurance,

The pansies one year in Spring.

They rose to the sun,

arms outstretched,

and want for nothing more.

Begging, they soak.

'Happy Comings', They tear,

and drink up the sky.

Their skin so fragile,

they crush,

their eyes begging for more.

Leaves dance down,

lay on the ground,

colors lie creased below

The pansies to escape their cold.


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