Sweet Pea

Beautiful little angels, all
Pastel and warm, a lovely charm
Of old, and a scent akin
To that of old turnéd pages.

Climbing up and around the wooden
Wicker structure, natural buds
Fall in cascades of wonder.

My sweet pea.

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