by Premie Nair
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As delicate as the soft petals of summer roses,

Its’ fragrance merely mild to the wild jasmine of the forest,

Still enchanting to conceive it,

Though the changing season withers it,

Causing its leaves to grey.

The ticking of time does not age,

Instead, creating a string of strength and courage, to bind,

Like a song and rhyme in complete unison,

A gentle familiarity,

Simple as the rising sun,

Each day leaves us behind,

With a reflection of everything beautiful,

A perfect reminder,

Of a special someone, called you.

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