Some orange, some green
The buds are yet to open
They flower purple
They can only be Purple
Some orange, some green
The buds are yet to open
They flower purple
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Such a perfect purple, too.
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Yes, that’s the destiny too
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I love it! Great poem!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thanks 😊
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Perfect haiku! I love it. 💜
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Thanks 😊
It becomes perfect in your mind and heart
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What a great haiku. I get the imagery of the buds, still to open… very nice. 💜
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Thanks a lot. 😊😊
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You’re welcome.
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Good title and a good metaphor also.
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Thanks a lot 😊😊
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You’re very welcome.
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