A Rose. Poem by Miranda Stoltz

A Rose.



A Rose.
Simply beautiful.
Simply sweet.
Made by nature.
Not by man.
Gods creation.
I hold in my hand.
Though be warned.
For on this stem, it guards its beauty.
Something may prick your hand.
Although this rose may not be perfect.
It's imperfections make it whole.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
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Good imagination...! Well written. :)

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