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A Single Rose
I stood there next to the melting
drifts of snow,
felt the cold air on my hands and the
warmth of the spring time sun on my
face, the thoughts reflected in my
mind
turned to you.
Somewhere out there, I can feel the
warmth, the magic, you once gave to
me
the canvas of your life glows,
no longer winter worn.
Each spring, your rebirth,
my heart, shall always know,
my single rose,
the magic of your soul.
By AK
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