This morn’ I awoke to a smiling rose that bloomed during the night
And even the rays of dawn could not outshine this aureate sight
It responded to my touch upon its stem, recalling memories of late
As though it had captured every moment in its veins infused in fate
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oh Amanda, this is by far... the best I have read from you... Truly...Great Ink. I am humbled.; -) Kelly.
i love this poem, good write. im sure we have all been there at some point or will be soon