The Rose
by Marianna Jo Arolin
Friday, October 31, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The blossomong of a rose |
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Nature's pearly dewdrops
Are wine to the budding rose.
Just a sweet, gentle kiss
Can magically transpose,
A barren thorn-filled branch
To beauty personified.
Just one sip and the budding rose
Swells with pride.
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