She smelled of roses both soft and strong
Whose rarest essence lived in her thorns
Untouched, unbrushed, unspoiled, unworn
A blossoming beauty, the break of dawn
A season's blossom, the summer's song
A starlight glittering midnight soul
She sways like a flower in the winds of her dole
Lightly O' lightly she bears along
As life becloud, days go along
Storms dwindle shining rays of hope
Breath by breath her farewell dawns
To seek her final afterglow
By Rtr. Jithaka Alexander
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