The rose
of the early
grace of sunrise,
the bud
that breaks
through the
surface
of the earth,
before it
ever knows
rain,
let us be
in those
moments
of unthreatened
peace.
Inky Cat's Poems
Poems from a leaking pen
The rose
of the early
grace of sunrise,
the bud
that breaks
through the
surface
of the earth,
before it
ever knows
rain,
let us be
in those
moments
of unthreatened
peace.
Inky Cat's Poems 