The white rose my soul

Is blown upon the ways.

Over the high earth

Valleys bring it forth,

And it is found upon mountains.


The white rose my soul

Knoweth all winds and wings,

All nests, all songs,

With each smiling star,

And every graceful day.


The white rose my soul

Is under the world’s feet.

(Only though dost hold,

In that how little hand,

The red rose my heart.)


– E.E. Cummings

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  • José L Cordero IIIFebruary 14, 2013 - 6:59 pm

    precious momentsReplyCancel

  • Trina A. ChildFebruary 14, 2013 - 8:47 pm

    Daddy, do’t tickle me!

    Daddy, don’t tickle me!ReplyCancel