Blooms of Beauty in Every Petal
"A Poetic Ode to Little Roses"
In gardens fair, where sunlight gleams,
A host of little roses dreams.
Each petal kissed by morning dew,
In vibrant shades of pink and blue.
These tiny blooms with fragrant grace,
In nature's arms find their own space.
A tapestry of colors bright,
A source of pure and sheer delight.
Their fragrance dances on the breeze,
A gentle sigh, a sweet tease.
As bees and butterflies draw near,
To whisper secrets in their ear.
Though small in stature, they stand tall,
Their beauty captivating all.
With petals soft as velvet's touch,
They speak of love, they say so much.
In clusters tight, they boldly grow,
Like stars that in the night skies glow.
A testament to life's sweet art,
A symbol of the loving heart.
So cherish these, the little roses,
In every garden, love composes.
For in their bloom, we find a treasure,
A timeless beauty, beyond measure.
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Wonderful poem! Well written! Great jobβ! Gazoogabloga!