so beautiful petals of charm,
intricately woven in a small bunch,
the little blue flower as we call it,
u awed me every now and then.
i remember passing by the garden everyday,
how my eyes wouldn't stop admiring your beauty,
how my hands always reached out to get ur little touch,
yes u were my favourite, the little blue-bell.
The greeks were awed by you,
the scottish made you their symbol,
the lavender carpet that u lay every spring,
you bestow the earth with a beautiful thing.
you bloom in months of April and May,
you bend over like a pendulam and sway,
your anthers being yellowish-white,
ohh what a spellbinding sight!
How british woods are envied by all,
your presence is the key to it,
how i wish i would be lost in blue,
under the mystical azure sky and you!
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