Sweet be the Rose....
that grows up through a busy sidewalk gray
Sweet be the Rose
that stetches for, a hint of sunlight every day
Sweet be the Rose
thats scents the air, with memories of age
Sweet be the Rose
the thorns protect, so painful to the touch
Sweet be the Rose
man trods upon, oh Lord it's just too much.
You have amazing talent! You will be
an asset to authorsden!
Your friend, Linda
ty for this lovely write!!!
pax A
I haveeee to track you now!