The Rose
The morning dew the night had spent in tears, and doubled low.
But as the sun arose amidst the lofty plains,
his tears caressed the Rose.
The sweet perfume contained within the pretty head of petals,
With a gentle gust of Summer breeze the scent was borne on the wind.
-Naomi Rainbow-
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