Frederick Kesner - when roses bloomed

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There you are,
Playing domestics;
Passing each other

Cups & saucers

While I sit back,
Being waited upon
To take it all in -

This apparition
Of simple bliss.

Why was this not possible
When roses bloomed
In the garden?






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Frederick Kesner

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