Besought

Besought with flowers bubbling from in
Come to ground in dozens bringing up scents
I quaffed the drink full to sedate my sin
Crisp refreshing what world represents

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.