Your Gift Poem by Harold Conner

Your Gift



The rains come and
go
A small seed grows
to a beautiful
rose
But that rose
in all it's glory
Can't match
the touch of
your smile

Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: rains,rose
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Prince Obed de la Cruz 27 October 2009

nice write here! .............

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