Wild RoseA Poem by Mr. Lopez
And oh how slow the bud becomes
The blossom of the Rose 'Twas the moon who could not see Beneath the sunrise beauty grows With scented breeze this wild heart Gave in to winters kiss Until another season comes The Wild rose I'll miss © 2016 Mr. Lopez |
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Added on October 13, 2016 Last Updated on November 14, 2016 AuthorMr. LopezPhoenix, AZAboutI was on the site once before a while back but I hit one of those bumps in the road that knocks you harder then the average pot hole. So I'm back and have very fond memories of this writing community... more..Writing
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