The Dew..
Dew drops on the rose sit clear and round,
Enhancing its beauty manifold;
Sparkling in rainbow colors they appeal,
But do they know its surreal;
Akin fragrance, they shall not persist,
The union is so short-lived;
Touch the petal and they roll down quick,
Out comes the sun and the trace is amiss!
Nice one ... Reminds me of dew on the grass in itpl sunset. You're getting good at poems!!
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