Upon my cheek sat a tear of thy death
A dove flew in and gently plucked it
Flying away with it
Landing on a wilted rose
The tear was released upon the rose and behold
The flower birthed and a bushel of
Beautiful red pedals ignited a fragrance that penetrated my heart  and tenderly placed a smile within my lips

Written by E.M. Rushton
June 16 th 2019
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