Land of Roses

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Seasons go and seasons come.

The sun rises across the horizon, shining bright on its way westward. It is the onset of another season.

“Dun-durum, dun-durum” I heard a sound, up I looked and beheld a cloud so tiny dancing in the sky. Spreading itself far and wide

Suddenly, it began to rain. Wetting the dry fallow grounds. Springing forth was lilies. There amongst them, I planted roses.

Heaven I pray you, withhold not your rain from upon my rose garden, nor allow the stormy gales blow off its hedges. Springing forth was lilies.

Little did I finish praying that I beheld an angel coming to pick the roses. “This must be my angel, so I said." Greetings were exchanged, smiles traded, and there mong the roses our hearts glued one with the other.

With the fragrance of love that oozes from my rose garden, I intoxicate her. The desire that emanates from her eyes enveloped me like a spell, drawing me closer to her chambers.

Two hearts melted as one, two souls knitted as one marked a season so glorious and the beginning of a happy ever after.

Original poem by @jaspichman125
Special thanks to @dobartim for being an inspiration for me and several other Steem schoolers

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