Little wild roses,
Waiting for the sun's kisses,
In a meadow of green, where beauty dismisses,
Their petals unfold, delicate and fair,
A fragrant devotion, floating through the air.
With hues of pink, their colors ignite,
Bathed in the dawn's golden light,
They dance to the whispers of the gentle breeze,
Embracing nature's sweet harmonies.
Each blossom adorned with tiny dewdrops,
Like diamonds glistening on their fragile tops,
Their subtle fragrance enchanting all who pass,
A testament to nature's artistry and class.
But oh, little roses, what tales could you tell?
Of secrets whispered and dreams befell,
Of moments shared under your tender embrace,
The joy and affection that time cannot erase.
And as the day fades, and twilight appears,
The roses slumber, free from all fears,
In the moon's soft glow, they peacefully rest,
Awaiting another day to bloom at its best.
So, little wild roses, continue to grow,
In your quiet haven, where wonders bestow,
May your beauty inspire hearts to dream,
And in their presence, may joy always gleam.
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A Glimpse of Life
PoetryA compilations of life through love, lost and inspirations. It is a collections of poems and short stories that will give you the real essence of life.
