What Flourish Means
Its a Paradise
Looking Inward the present
Blooming together
It's your daring love
Holding my hand till the end
Blooming together
It's your "never let go"
A friendship so attached
Blooming together
Money, Money, twice
As we unfold the grand truth
Blooming together
It's a big white tree
Rooted in a thousand years
Old aged, beautiful
It's a green pasture
A modish type colony
Blooming together
It's a Paradise
A well kept individual
Blooming and distinct
-Letters To My Son
Copyright © Esther Maccarthy | Year Posted 2019
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