Roses

 

They lay over the top of the wooden fence

i can smell

their sweet, soft scent

from below.

droplets of rain,

like clear glass,

adorn their

complex curvatures

A ray of sunlight

flows through the clouded skies

and reflects their hue

of crimson red.

 

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