Yellow rose, blooming in the sun,
single, perfect so golden.
Reminding me, that the golden sun,
will come out again, on this rainy day.
Reminding one of the reawakening of expectation,
a single idea, as the solitary rose,
gives birth to new ideas,
just as the rose blooms.
[c] 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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