The day had not bloomed as the petals of those flower did, vibrant and breathtaking.
The single marigold didn’t quite know what it represented,
Resplendent in its setting against the world,
Peace filled the garden it was raised upon.
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A girl sat watching it sway against the distant breeze,
Not once, did it falter in its ways,
To stay firm and upright,
Controlled and oh, so filled with poise,
Its regality comparable to the royalties among its breed.
-shobana-
Take a train ride on a wintry day into the arms of love and entrapment.
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Thank you.
Best wishes,
Shobana Gomes
SIMPLY SHOBANA 
This is truly lovely. Beautifully written. ❤️
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Thank you for reading Joni
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My pleasure you are a lovely writer. ❤️🤗
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So beautiful, Shobana.
Marigolds do have their own traditional and stately aura.
Can imagine beautiful strands of them. 🙂
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I liked the metaphor. Well penned, Shobana 👌👌
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This poem speaks to me of equanimity. I love the relationship you draw upon with the flower, and humanity. Elegant and alway standing tall, as the world moves by. Beautiful, Shobana.
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Thank you, Jeff. Happy you liked it.
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You’re welcome, Shobana. Always.
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