Such a magical glow...

Read this and tell me what you think. It's not a story.

The first summer-rose shot up like the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I waited and waited for him to rise, finally he did with the sun bouncing of his petals and the wind blowing his stem. "My summer-rose, oh how you bloom. More beautiful than the sun and the moon. Your petals are a light with yellow and your such a beautiful sight." I sang this all day and night for a month, until the day...He made his way.

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