in exhuberance i watched
the primrose cream blossoms,
shades of orange and rust,
with petals thronged ,
with a throat of raspberry!
not just another flower.
my beautiful nastratiums
in the garden.
the tangled round leaves
letting loose a cascade of edible
bright red, yellow and rust flowers,
peeping out of the leaves,
in their anxiety to sunbathe,
and tumbling about in my hearts garden.,
as i remember monets rolling,
nastratium path way !
ritty patnaik
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