
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .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. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Thank you so much for your appreciation of the poem
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I love the piece…it’s so amazing…and wonderful..with it’s kind on appreciation of “Nature”….the piece is lit…keep roaring Lion
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