The Blooming Flower

A bud unfurls, a gentle sigh,
As petals soft begin to grow,
Beneath the sun and azure sky,
A perfect bloom, a vibrant glow.
It stands in beauty, fresh and fair,
A symbol sweet of life's design,
And scents the soft and passing air,
With fragrance delicate and fine.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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