The Rose in the garden.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .You are the red rose I saw in the garden
You are no older than a maiden.
But graceful as the grasses that flourish
In
The
. . . . Twilight
. . . .
Your face glows with a radiance that speaks of wild flowers
No baby’s tooth is as white as yours
Even the moon on a dim lit night
Stand in awe. . . . . . . . . . . . .

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