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Friday 21 October 2011: The unusual

I see brilliant colors everywhere I look,
and I feel as if I'm dreaming.
But the air I breathe smells clean and pure,
and sweet like dew drops gleaming
on the early morning blades of grass,
and the flowers as they 'waken.
I see glitter dancing all around me
and I realize as I'm shaken,
that it's just the sunbeams bouncing off the drops
of moisture in the air.
I hear laughter and I feel the thoughts
of others off somewhere.
I remember how the world was when
I knew the day was near.
I pass a bush off to my right
and I know it's finally here.
It's not a dream, this world I see.
It has been born anew.
And right beside me, living proof.
The rose that's truly blue.

by Rosemarie E. Bishop


Blue rose


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