Blessed Purple Rose-
I took on the purple rose;
Didn't have a place nor place for it;
So I sat it on the table;
Laid it down and just prayed for it;
a funny thing happen;
It didn't wilt, die, rotten;
I picked up the rose;
placed it under my nose;
I was blessed 7 days latter;
with the smells of Sharon;
2/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2023
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