Roses
Burgundy red,
Peachy pink,
Sunny yellow,
Soft white.
The garden is full of a variety of flowers,
but the ones that I love the most,
are the delicate roses.
I gather a dozen and spread them all out.
Snip the ends, and fill the vase.
The beautiful roses remind me of innocence,
the gifts that grow form the earth.
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