Sanguine
Stand Perky Sanguine…
Bloomed hearts only can shower-
For tiny beam-
They’re gleam..
They’re stream..
Never dim.
Hearts’ flow remains and tidy relish-
Not ended the passage,
They see the garden of tulips-
And greens…
Always singing feeling minds’ care-
Dorothy lane, a mural gregarious fountain bits share..
It’s not bare..
Always fair..
Always near.