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Freesia

Sister of Iris,

Temperate of nature

Yet, her fragrance is heady and sweet.

Born in the South and greeted by oceans

Where waves meet and crash with their union and split.

Here, as the rainbows become faint recollections,

Sharp grass-like stems break the earth and mature.

Funnel shaped flowers take on colours that mirror

The sunrays, displayed in a watery prism

Winds blow their perfume to such distant mountains

That sparkle and shimmer in moonlight and ice.

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© HMH, 2020

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