Miracles
J Joyce Hemsley
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Yellow roses I see, are so precious to me
In mid-June of the year their petals appear.
Sweet perfume invades ~ for endless decades
Diaries of nature are always sincere.
The garden I see brings such pleasure to me
My love grows with each beat of my heart.
Springtime and summertime...delight never fades
The beautiful gift is God's own work of art.
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