Jun 2015
The Small Rose blooms in
the Garden. it's smell fills the
nostrils with perfume. it's the
Sunshine. The Butterflies that
gather. Their show of colors that's
God's wonders.
Anthony J. Nacke
the Garden. it's smell fills the
nostrils with perfume. it's the
Sunshine. The Butterflies that
gather. Their show of colors that's
God's wonders.
Anthony J. Nacke
This poem isn't finished yet I been slowly adding to this would love someones opinion on it. Thank you.
