wild roses blooming
along the edge
of the gravel road
nell and i walk
each morning.
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they are so pretty
and petite!
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as small as they are in size,
they're that big in fragrance!
when you can't see them
amongst the grass
and other wildflowers
you smell them.
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heavenly...
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i picked a handful
of the tiny
rosy-pink buds
and brought them home.
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i gently laid them
in a small bowl....
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