Roses

The sweet smell of roses in the air,

A beauty which cannot be compared.

They come in different colors and hues,

of red, purple, pink, yellow and blue.

And after the cold winter winds blow,

The flowers are free to grow and grow.

The dew on the petals shine like jewels,

To show your love they are used as tools.

Cool fresh water a kiss from the sun,

A beauty born and a poem won.

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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