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Blossoming RoseBlossoming rose Scenting the wind… Collecting dewdrops While it grows. Collecting dewdrops Early each morning Ready to greet Small secret guests On breezy stops. Ready to greet Eyes that see A blossoming rose In all her Beauty. Julie Pisacane © 2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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