The Rose
There is a stillness in the airFrom beneath the warm sun
A sweet smell scents the air
The beginning of a bloom unfolds
One by one gently revealing it's splendor
From a bud to a full bloomed rose
Such as life from a babe
A blanket of pebbles warm the heart
Of the beholder at hand
The beginning of love unfolds
At the end will weather but still remain
A picture remains in the mind
The bouquet of love moves us
At the end will lay in grief
But still show love
Covered with snow will begin
The process new
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