RosesA Poem by helen20rooks
Three roses in the morning...
Covered in dew-- Each as beautiful as the other. Awaiting death but living gorgeous. We never thought they would live forever, (Although we did) We love them when they are ravishingly red! And even more when they become dark. © 2017 helen20rooks |
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Added on May 19, 2017 Last Updated on May 19, 2017 |