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The Rose

As I walk in my garden
I chanced upon a rose
not just an ordinary rose but one so beautiful that
it stood out amongst the others

with a stem so thin
and a bud open to full bloom
the petals seemed to engulf me with their beauty
as they gave to me the greatest pleasure

I leaned over to smell the rose
it kissed me with its tenderness
I stood there and wanted the rose for myself but yet
I knew it would die if I picked it

as there I stood it embraced me
then as the day went past
the rose died... and so did ...I
Copyright © 1998 By Russ
(Jerimiah)

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