THE ROSE


In the sunshine of a new day,
Love, like a rosebud emerges.
The tiny green bud opens
Slowly, stretchenly.
The dewy wine enriches it's hue.
Tit's beauty caressing the world around.
The full rose grows, blossoms,then fades.
It's fragrance, like a memory,lingers.

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