There in my garden is a flower
A pretty yellow rose
Under the sun's golden shower
It beckons me up close
Caressed by nature's own hand
As it's green leaves flutters
as it grew out of the land
And around it the bees flutters
Indecision came through me
To take it or leave it
Beauty up close to me
Or left on the stem, beauty without limit
7-9-96
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