The Rose Second Edition
The morning Dew had spent the night in tears and doubled low
But as the sun arose amidst the lofty plains,
His tears caressed the Rose.
So sweet the perfume contained within the pretty head of petals
Undisturbed other than by the Dew,
In innocence born, and to dust to return,
When the day is done and the Summer is spent.
Dusk now hangs in the sky and paints the evening theme
Earth-like sleeping beauty in a dream
Until the Dew has shed his tears again
Will sleeping Earth awake and join the song
and the sweet Rose’s perfume is borne on the wind.
-Naomi Rainbow-
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