Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Roses

lips curled in gentle smiles
painted in shades of crimson, yellow,
so wide-eyed one might think
they would fall from the thorny stalk
yet pride and lofty fragrance
keeps the blossoms overflowing there
where rows of bushes create a collage
of color, bright, renewed year after year,
a circle of promise, kissed with dew
like a morning sunrise carries hope,
offering up its face to enlighten the world
and bless each life with grace, respect,

a choice bud of beauty granting life

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