Roses (Novelinee)

They bloom with plenty pretty bright flowers
as if blessed as queen from God above,
are found in gardens, secluded bowers,
are the ultimate token of true love
and where they grow they are really adorning,
kiss the air with fragrance, wantonly play,
brings some sweetness to the early morning,
blushes red in the creator's early ray,
brings a kind of joy to the summer day.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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