Like the summer rose, she blooms.
Brighter than the daisies,
Taller than the tulips.
She is ripe, she is fresh.
But like most of natures beautiful,
She dwindles, She wilts.
Lost again for another year.
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Added on January 28, 2015 Last Updated on January 28, 2015 Tags: Harper Tate, harpertate, writing, creative writing, poems, poetry, poet Author
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