#WorldPoetryDay

If I could live my life as precious as the rose like the softness of the pedals as they unfold. When the buds finally open and the fragrance fills the air. I'll carry the never-ending memories enough for all to share.

If I could live my life as soft as the morning dew with the gentleness of the morning that brings about a new. It's the presence of the sun so joyous and so blest. That keeps me so eager to wait for my...