Open Poetry #13 |
Rosebuds |
Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
Every Spring I loose reality when in all that precious green I discover miracles countless rosebuds changing softly into fragile roses Sitting on my crooked bench in a corner of my garden I'm dreaming away my eyes touching shades of colours of fragile roses Than comes Autumn's storm and Winter's blanket white snowcovered colours there are still a few slowly disappearing my fragile roses [This message has been edited by Titia Geertman (edited 05-10-2001).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
as someone who loves roses, I applaud you! Kathleen Blake |
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