Friday, October 30, 2009
The Rose
I found a rose
A gentle treasure
Her petals closed
Soft and pure
I have a hope
To discover more
To see her open
Beautiful splendor
A gentle treasure
Her petals closed
Soft and pure
I have a hope
To discover more
To see her open
Beautiful splendor
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