DREAMING OF ROSES

A thousand roses bloom in my childhood garden overnight,

delicate and radiant in the morning sun light.

Picking up a huge flower I run and shout “Ma, look!”,

only to catch a whiff of sweet fragrance waking up

with tears on my cheeks, but roses nowhere in sight.

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