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The garden

I am passing through a garden
With flowers everywhere.
They softly sway with coy delight,
Their fragrance scents the air.

Who can walk the perfumed garden
Where all this beauty grows,
And claim to know with certainty
Which is the sweetest rose?

Yet ere I leave this lovely place;
One blossom I may choose.
To keep for comfort where I go,
The others I must lose.




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Publicerad 2006-03-05 05:09



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    youshe
fint =)
2007-09-17

  Myself
underbar poesi-som bomull,faktiskt....
2006-11-29

  Andreas Borg
Ah, jag hör Burns och Worldsworth i det här. Romantikerna och oss.
2006-11-29

  The Third Poet
I am thee who have found the sweetest rose, it's a she whom wears the most incredible colour you could ever imagine - her name is roos.. yes this is the rose who with certainty is the sweetest rose of them all...

Thank you for sharing this simple challenge with me.. now my work is almost done, only the watering of the rose remains to be an everlasting challenge
2006-11-28

    Vildrosen
Väldig poetiskt och vackert! Hmm jag hoppas att också att blomman du väljer också vill bli utvald och plockad. ;)
2006-11-28

  noname_realmind
Så vackert. Yes!!
2006-11-27

    G.
Vilken UNDERBART underbart text!

Bokmärker omedelbummmssss
2006-11-27
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