Rose on White

(On hearing ``To a Wild Rose'') You made a rose grow in the room under your fingers, from the ivory bed of the keys.

So gentle was your touch the flower unfolded without effort in perfection.

Its fragrance delicate and wistful lingered long after the piano was closed.

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