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Why do they sing praises of roses?
They do not have the elegance of snowdrops
Nodding their pale heads in the slightest of breezes
Flashing the green earth-born daggers at the wind
Nor the timid courage of narcissi
Cowering amongst the brassy daffodils
Yet joining them in the annual uprising against the frigid earth.
They do not have the grace of the magnolia
The buttercream buds, slightly unfurling
Like lips tilted heavenwards, awaiting a kiss
The full grown flowers, reckless in their love of life
Casting their petals to the wind.
Why do they sing praises of roses?
Written March 25 2001
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