A Rose Named. . .


She is shy
Pale stars hiding
In her tender blossom
Not yet open for twinkle.

It's a secret moment
Of bloom in quiet jubilee
Sprouting a hundred dreams
In air to sky--

Lavender is too shy
so her color is sunny peach,
Tender cream in vanilla ice cream
Of delicious dream.

In star shape double
to be the only rose named
Creamy Fraulein Bonbon twinkle
A Lady in Waiting at a tea time
In English garden.

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