Wild Rose
There, beyond the garden wall,
are fronds of grass and weeds grown tall
A wild rose pleads for a breath of sun
just like a child who needs some fun
A greedy shade has kept her shunned
She is watered, fed, by pearls of dew
hidden by the scattered hues
of red, and green, and swirling blues
where no one has seen, her beauty, true
While blushing pale, of velvet blooms
she fills the vales and afternoon
with fragrant gifts, that lift the gloom
She shifts and winds her tendrils loom
to trail her vines with sweet perfumes
prevailing through the twilight, soon
She's has lost her petals one by one
Tossed by evening's billowing tease
They land beneath the willow trees,
which band together, if to please
the sun that gathers with the breeze
in carpet for the birds and bees
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1/21/15 For the contest: Interlocking Rhyme
Sponsored by Isaiah
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