Rose Petals

Henry Cole

O divine Rose, thy beauty never ceasing! Soft hands caress thine stem, as gentle petals open, at the moon·s beaming. Charmed, immobile, at the sight of the precious flower. Shining, moving, breathing, in the pale moonlight. Dancing petals fill the sky, twisting, turning in the evening breeze. Softly passing, nay, brushing by. Oh Rose, the most beautiful flower! Regretfully I must go, wishing, Whole-heartedly wishing for just one more hour.

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