The Garden Rose
In the garden
There grows a sesame rose.
And upon the skies,
Secretly the robin
Flies with the crows.
But with the whirs and whys,
A subtle red ribbon
Is complete with seven ties.
Upon the week,
Or a turning peek
Does one grow
And gentle does it compose.
Within the garden
A tie for your wool
Does a plant
Call for you, a fool.
To wonder when,
There is a rose
To and then,
Complete with prose.
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