by Annette Nasser
Monday, April 28, 2008
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The stillness of the untouched rose
brings forth a subtle, fragrant breeze.
It seems as though it's waiting for me
to bend down on my knees
and smell it gently with my nose.
This special rose, nary it dies;
it seems as though it stands alone
along with having endless lives
and hears the cries of the Bleeding heart
watching as Dandelion blows
among the wind and to the skies.
Annette Nasser (c)
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|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|An untouched rose, this is good very good. You should be writing more and keeping us up to date. I love the roses in the summertime and they last til the frost in the Fall. All colors of roses. Please cause your heart to find things to write about on the den. We need goood writes like this posted. Hope you are o.k. and not too busy.|