The rose smiles in silence, soft and serene,
A whisper of grace in shades of green.
Its petals unfold, a quiet embrace,
A masterpiece born of time and space.
Its beauty paints the world anew,
A crimson blush, a golden hue.
Without a word, it speaks to the heart,
A timeless language, a work of art.
No need for voices, no need for sound,
Its presence alone is beauty unbound.
A silent teacher, its lesson is clear—
Grace blooms quietly, for all who draw near.
MarkWaldrop
The Rose Smiles
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