gives you up to the day.
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This is poignant. I know,at this point today, how that rosebud feels.
Thanl you. Im glad you liked it.
Lovely. The first 3 stanzas grab me. She bloomed too late or was out of time with the seasons. I get a feeling she was behind and now is frozen in her youthfull beauty.
Thank you, Tina. I’m glad it resonated with you.