Miracles Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Miracles



Yellow roses I see, are so precious to me
In mid-June of the year their petals appear.
Sweet perfume invades ~ for endless decades
Diaries of nature are always sincere.

The garden I see brings such pleasure to me
My love grows with each beat of my heart.
Springtime and summertime...delight never fades
The beautiful gift is God's own work of art.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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