I R I S
The smell of an iris flower is like
A clean whiff of Gulf breeze,
Independent of clinging debris.
The iris is prissier than a rose;
More colorful than carnations
It is guardian of the pupil in you,
Ask the sclera.
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Copyright © Iris E. S-Lewis | Year Posted 2021
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