Bougainvillea

Evening walks turned into
dalliance with the fuchsia beauties
Dainty and flimsy, swaying in the wind
A little bit coy, but frolicking with
confidence.

As she walked, grey clouds o’er her
Gloom casted itself
The pleasantness of the pink petals
cheered her with their sanguine nature
And her lips curled into a sly smile.

How can any soul resist?!
The amicable texture
The warmth and passion
In the blushing hues
Tempting all those ’round them.

In bunches the flowers danced
Irresistible to see and touch
The evening light casting a glow
On the petals and through them.
Bougainvillea at their best.

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