Muse of Poetry

[anysia]

Every once in a while, a 'poetic' line gets embedded in my brain, and after a few days of mulling it over, a poem ends up growing up around it. Some people think that poetry is easy, just a stringing of words that end up rhyming. If only it were so easy.

I present: Roses Touched By Frost. Born as a single line, blossoming into prose.

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