Countless of flowers are out there;They’re too many to remember,
But one reserved and unnoticed;
Bathes from the early morning mist,
As multi-color lights shower.
Its scent’s so common to foller;
Yet amongst all nothing’s purer,
Heaven knows how much I’ve missed this
one lovely rose.
Wish I could ask the gardener,
If I could come near the flower,
though it seems too late for a tryst;
with the rose the sun has kissed,
but near or far I’ll watch over;
one lovely rose.
a Rondeau
By Arnel Oroceo, Of Verses and Rhymes
Copyright © February 13, 2011, by Arnel Oroceo All Rights Reserved
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