Upon delicate clay, a small garden grew,

Painted petals preserved in all shades of blue.

 

Indigo roses ramble over the glaze,

Frozen in place under a porcelain haze.

While tendrils of sweetpeas delicately trace

Across the enamel in a knotted embrace.

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Butterflies take to the powdery sky,

Dancing on wings as they fly on by.

Past little birds, who hide in the trees,

Branches frozen mid-sway, twisting in the breeze.

 

Here time forgets to quicken it’s pace,

A moment suspended, rooted in place.

These blooms will not fade, these blossoms will stay,

This floral legacy outlasts the day.