Last of the Summer Roses

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What thoughts spring from a mind that sings?

Sunny shades and merry glades 
glisten in my mind. 
Happiness is a fruitful flower 
ready to be kind. 
Whatever we give, 
we take away. 

Despair is merely a neighbour of desire
A humble home next to a work of fire.

By Sam Fawcett

Happiness is a fruitful flower, ready to be kind

Published by Parisian Poetry

What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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