On the road I look through the window
Not at the speeding power poles
Or the beautifully architectured homes
But for you my favorite flower
The bougainvillea
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You come in many colours
Pink is my favorite of you
In purple and pitch u blossom too
White, orange, beige, am spoilt for choice
The bougainvillea
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You line the fences of hotels and homes
You line the roads to towns and villages
And grow in parks and forests
At the beach and in the mountains
The bougainvillea
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I love a piece of you in my hair
And a bunch in my hand
In the pot next to the TV stand
And outside my bedroom window
The bougainvillea
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And when he comes
May he know that you are my favorite
And plant a garden of you
That he may pluck a bunch for me always
Then he may become a favourite
My bougainvillea
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Bougainvillea brings all nice article. Love this piece
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It’s called the power of love, I became poetic today for my afavorita
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I love the poetry.
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These are one of my favourite too..
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They are beautiful…
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Gr8 Poetry , interesting subject too
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Nice article, legend flower
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Love that plant!
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You and me both
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Wow awesome
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I love the 3rd stanza; your favorite flower doesn’t discriminate. It blooms everywhere, for everybody. Beautiful words, beautiful sentiment. 🙂
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I see the flower almost everywhere I go, I smile and that lifts my spirits. Its a reminder that I can always have what I love.
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A colorful poem of love. Thank you for sharing.
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Welcome
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I just love saying bougainvillea
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Nice.
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Ours too
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