Happy were we to see this flower
bright,
a rose in bloom, reflecting golden
light
from glistening petals angled to the
sun;
fresh beauty, with the morning’s
dewdrops spun.
In time with evening mists all roses fade,
and though we’re sad to lose the show
they’ve made,
the rose remembered in our heart
still flowers,
and her sweet fragrance fills the
silent hours.
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