"This bud of love by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet..." – William Shakespeare
By spring's wet smooch, enthralled the little rose...
Unable to cease spraying the scent of love,
Radiant Rose stood proving her wholeness of grandeur...
hooded down the tender Earth, smirking out of shy...
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