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Rain Drops On Roses

I initially once thought Things look nice in lines and curves. The power to imagine Things on white paper But nature defines beauty. Watching the clouds cry boohoo And the tears wetting roses. No art can show it Tears rolling down its own sleeves So fragile and yet so sleek Such poetry as it bends No art can show it Raindrops drops with elegance As it pats the light petals Leaving drops which reflects light What art can show that? Contest name: Wilojie Name: Okunsebor Williams Date: 27/12/2012

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