Little Wildrose

By Nell O’Hara

Majestic wings,
Twirling at the tips,
At the end sort of drips.

A bright sort of glow,
Hue, aura,
You know.

An unusual sparkle,
Unable to match,
Yes, she’s a good catch.

But please set her back free,
She’s wild,
You, see.

Her cheeks are like roses,
Her smile, so flashing,
Yes, she’s very eye-catching.

But you’ll never see her,
You can search high and low,
She, herself, you’ll never know.

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