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I looked at a
rose called midnight
and asked that it might stay
lovely with soft-shaded velvet,
But it whispered: "There comes a day
when the sun beats down in its fury
and the mighty winds do blow,
And then comes the time and the season
when I, like the rest, must go;
.
But I leave with you my fragrance-
A memory, pure and sweet-
And you can be sure I am with you
As my petals lie at your feet."
and asked that it might stay
lovely with soft-shaded velvet,
But it whispered: "There comes a day
when the sun beats down in its fury
and the mighty winds do blow,
And then comes the time and the season
when I, like the rest, must go;
.
But I leave with you my fragrance-
A memory, pure and sweet-
And you can be sure I am with you
As my petals lie at your feet."
10 comments:
Happy Friday.
romantic and fun poem.
what a divine piece.
lovely!
reads like a greting card. nice choice of words. my rally.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/waters-of-spring/
sweet.
romantic style, well put.
perfect.
romantic and sad.
well put.
sweet.
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