Roses

A year of roses gone to rest
Sweet still to humans noses.
Don’t hurry past the soft remains
Of my year’s glorious roses.

The petals sweet remind me still
Of a fresh and bright bouquet,
A pink bud, white, and crimson
I see like yesterday.

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