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Sonnet 6

A rosebud sweet and growing
How is this not beauty to the eyes we see;
Wild and free it has no real direction or way,
The scent of a new beginning blessed be;
When yet we overlook the real beauty there
We turn from what we take advantage of,
If nature had a voice it would call us unfair
And so we are this even when it comes to love,
After awhile the rose will grow to die
It will leave no traces behind it again,
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Monday, April 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
A rose will grow to die and it will leave no trace behind it again I really like all your lines
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Kelly Kurt 06 April 2015
A Lovely poem, .Suelynn Thanks for sharing
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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 06 April 2015
Great analogy here and the comparisons are to be gathered from this sublime poem. The rose makes it so poetic. Applause deserving way u wrote it. Pls do review my latest poem too titled mother natures. ......
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