Pink Rose-Petals
Hilda Conkling
Pink rose-petals Fluttering down in hosts, I know what you mean Sometimes, in Spring. It is love you mean. Love has a gray bird That flutters down; A dove that comes flying Saying the same thing. How happy it makes me to think of it, Rose-petals . . . the gray dove . . .
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