A Flower Thief

Gather ’round me, man of grace!
For a truth I must confess.
And if I lie, this sunny day,
Let night forever shroud my way!
I’m not a liar, though I’m a thief.
I stole a flower in my sleep.
A rose so pretty, a rose so white;
That woke me with its blinding light.
I now confess, with little care;
That I have lived in great despair.
I did not save it, it isn’t mine,
That rose that like the moon shines.
But do not cry, and do not grieve.
I am just a flower thief.

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Preeti
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Loved this poem about a thief of beautiful things:)

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