Within the snow, the crocus wakes,
A bloom that shines like purple flakes.
Its petals drape—a royal gown,
A jewel upon the thawing ground.
The sun bestows its golden light,
A gentle kiss, so warm and bright.
My favorite flower, pure and true,
A token of love in violet hue.
I am your writer.
Toyin Victoria.
With love so true 😍 ...
I say a thank you 😊 that smiles.
