Inspirational poems from a terminally ill young man. Saved by his mother after his passing and given to someone to post in a blog for others to read.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
A Rose Is A Rose
A rose glimmering with due (dew)
So beautiful, Sweet smelling.
In the morning sun as you might be
I know both have thorns.
But would you change a rose
With all its beauty...I wouldn't.
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