Springtime Rose

A hill of flowers

all yellow.

Trees surrounding

all around,

a sanctuary.

Among all of these

is a single red rose.

Bright, standing out

among the rest.

My eyes are compelled

to look at iI do not, none the less,

for like the touchiest of secrets

and most sensetive of tales

it may be best untouched.

It, inspiration upon and within itself.

It, the springtime rose.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To a good friend which i dont see enough of, only at church.

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beautiful work