The Color of Meadow Posies, a poem.

The color feels as light as fog.

It is as pretty as the scent of a French girl’s perfume.

It has the softness of a mother’s embrace.

And can only be heard when snow flurries touch the ground.

The taste is of a sweet sugar cane.

This lovely color,

Is the color of Meadow Posies.

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