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Jiya

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Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Forsythia

Yellow, yellow, yellow, so like the sun,
Forsythia, dazzling and ablaze,
I open to beauty as yet unsung,
Forsythia, you leave my heart a daze.




Posted by Jiya at 6:54 PM

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