ROSEBUD

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    ROSEBUD
    TODAY I SAW A ROSEBUD
    ALL TATTERED AND TORN
    WHAT USE TO BE A BEAUTY
    WAS NOW ALL WRINKLED AND WORN
    THERE USE TO BE A SPARKLE
    IN THE BEAUTYTHAT WAS SHOWN
    BUT NOW IT'S MAGNIFICENT PETALS
    WERE BLIMISHED AND TORN
    A FLOWER IS A BEAUTY
    BEFORE THE PETALS FALL
    THEY GROW SO QUICKLY
    ALL BEAUTIFUL AND TALL
    THEN LIKE THE DUSKY DAWN
    BEFORE YOU KNOW IT
    THE FLOWERS THEY'RE ALL GONE
    THE TWINKLE IN THE STARS
    THE SOFTNESS OF THE PETALS
    THE AROMA OF THE BUD
    THEY'RE ALL GODS CREATIONS
    A GIFT FROM ABOVE

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    chichette’s Poems (15)

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