By JH Sayyar
Upon the breath of dawn, roses wake,
Their petals blushing in the golden light,
As dew-kissed dreams from slumber break,
To greet the sun that ends the reign of night.
Each bloom unfolds with soft and silent grace,
A whispered hymn to hope and morning's glow,
The garden wears a calm and tender face,
Where peace like fragrant rivers seems to flow
O fleeting hour, when beauty feels so near,
And time forgets its ever-turning wheel—
The morning roses, delicate and clear,
Remind the heart how sweet we both feel.
So let me hold this stillness while it stays,
A rose-wrapped prayer to bless my waking days
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