Quote by John Keats:- "i almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days - three such days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain"
one word is a seed
from which many
could grow
thoughts spring
like weeds
from which i
could sow
wild rambling prose
or poems with
rhyme
but summer like
the rose
fades with time
Rose
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