A rose is so quiet as it grows
and morning rises without a complaint,
the sun burns yet never gets angry
and I've yet to hear the moon and stars argue
oh nature, I never knew you were such a saint!
A contest entry
- my first quickie by writebrain.
400 points, ended March 5, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very pleasant little poem!
really cool idea.
thanks for your entry! -
very nicly done yet so simple. I find that hard to do. You did it so well.



