A Beautiful Poem
Every Time I See My Pansies
Every time I see my pansies
Vivid in the golden sun,
You are with me in my garden,
And I am once again a child.Vivid in the golden sun,
Their beauty brings me close to tears,
And I am once again a child
Learning to assume your grace.Their beauty brings me close to tears
As I join hands with you in love,
Learning to assume your grace,
Dancing to your inner music.As I join hands with you in love,
You are with me in my garden,
Dancing to your inner music
Every time I see my pansies.
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