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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1605926

A poem about summer buttercups.

Little golden cups of sunlight nod,
Swirling flimsy butter-yellow skirts in the wind
Dipping deeply in a curtsey
To an unseen God
A rippling rush
Of whispering gold.
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