Out of Season
In my backyard, a flower bush sitsIn spring it blooms full
But the other day
A strange thing happened
Rose's were blooming in winter
Out of Season
In my backyard, a flower bush sitsPoetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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