A gentle caress, my hand strokes the blooms ever so...softly,
colors both pale and delicate beneath my fingers,
Fragile, resilient my fingers skim over the contours..
eyes closed,
I find a single rose mixed amongst the hydrangeas,
her petals closed, forcing me to have patience, the softness
easily bruised, as I discover the hidden secrets she keeps..
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