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There are times
love is a fine rain
misting down
all for naught
evaporating before
it can hit the ground
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but sometimes
love peels back the rain
exposing sun
sending heat
palpitations to the earth
handing us a rose.
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(c) 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Seasonings 
The beauty of true love has it price it would seem.
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Sometimes it seems we don’t have much control over it.
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You captured it again – the essence of a complex emotion in a few lines. No fancy words but none are needed this close to the truth. Ah, for that rose.
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I second Sharon.
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Thank you, dear Candice.
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Thanks very much, Sharon – I always appreciate your encouraging comments!
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Very beautiful.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Oh, Betty. This is just wonderful. I love this piece. Well, pieces! Bravo.
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Thanks Audrey – I appreciate the “bravo”!
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Very lovely Betty my sister! I love it!
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Thank you for your kind words, Wendell!
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a lovely take on love Betty, and a rose that smells sweet is a gift ❤
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Thank you, Kim! (The photo is of my “Peace Rose” that I had to leave behind when we moved a few years ago. It truly was sweet!)
Hope you’ve had a good day!
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Exactly. (K)
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Thanks for reading it, Kerfe. 🙂
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Words as beautifully organised as the petals of a rose.What a garden your poems are!
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Thank you so very much! That means a lot to me.
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Lovely! ❤
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Thank you! 💕
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Beautiful depiction of love in shadorma form, and that rose at the end is a perfect reward, Betty. 💓
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So glad you liked it, Lauren! 💕
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Lovely. And wish I could attach a photo I took this morning of my tiny fragrant cultivated wild rose blossoms in a delicate vase brought back to me by a friend from Japan. We don’t get to grow roses in Hawaii unless we’re at really high altitudes (and we’re not). But this rose was brought back from Pololu Valley by a friend many years ago, and planted in her yard. She gave me a slip and I finally got it to grow and bloom! So I’ll take this poem personally today, thank you very much! ❤ Happy Birthday, by the way! :))))
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Thanks, Bela, for the lovely comment and b-day wishes. Am happy to hear about your roses – would love to see a photo! Maybe write a poem about it and attach?
Thank you again. 💕💞💕❤️😊
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I might post on Facebook – not doing much there these days. But. Enjoy your day! 😀
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Thanks again! 😄
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Wonderful with its intricacy, Betty.
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Thank you, Ben. 🙂
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Love this Betty! The rose is beautiful and “love peels back the rain”, exquisite!
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Thank you for such a nice comment, Rob!
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Well deserved! 🙂
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An interesting form to play with. —CC
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It was fun, but I prefer the flow of free form most times, or Haiku. Variety is good. 🙂
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