Blooming in the
cover of sliver
of moonlight
Lullaby night
A flower opening
Sweet aroma showing
Lovely, grand and glowing
Hell hounds may surely prey
But not in the garden where
the Primrose stands
eloquently in their way
On the edge of night
where lovers meet
at first sight
Primrose prim
Promising to the night
Love will not dim
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