a rose by any other name?

your slightest look will easily unclose me,
  though I have closed myself as fingers,
      you open petal by petal
 as spring opens her first rose

                                 e.e. cummings

oh, how I adore poetry....I know its not a rose, 
but all my blogging chicas were showing off their poppy finery...they 
arrived here in all their fiery explosive glory...better late than
never I suppose...hope you are having a beautiful week end!

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