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"Rose"
I gazed at her standing there
A pristine rose clothed in morning-dew
In angel pose, unaware
Swaying, as lush winds blew
I knew, this rose must be mine
For my heart extol her beauty
But soon came the sun's spell-breaking shine
And from my reverie, tore me.
© Rodwin A. Tyndall
A pristine rose clothed in morning-dew
In angel pose, unaware
Swaying, as lush winds blew
I knew, this rose must be mine
For my heart extol her beauty
But soon came the sun's spell-breaking shine
And from my reverie, tore me.
© Rodwin A. Tyndall
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