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Rejuvenation (Free verse) by Dovina
She sat before the easel,
mixing oils on a palette.
The scene we both were looking at
was the scene I wrote on pad.
Her strokes and colors by impression
from somewhere in her mind.
My words described the daffodilâ
hard, like yellow polished steel.
Together we made our impressioned strokes
for so delicate a plant.
Both had said before we started,
a flower has but one true role.
But with so many other traits,
letâs give it something more.
Weâre past the stage of bearing kids,
letâs take the flowerâs goal,
And change the two from making seeds
to making weak things strong.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.3333335
Weighted score: 5.0397344
Overall Rank: 7087
Posted: September 8, 2005 12:28 PM PDT; Last modified: September 8, 2005 12:28 PM PDT
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