A Wild Rose Poem by Linda Moore
A Wild Rose
Finding peace and pleasure, risking the pain.
Wanting and comfort, we do it again.
Love lives where the wild roses grow.
Tangled in the spiked brush, a crimson glow.
Delicate petals satin soft,
Bathed in a halo of light aloft.
Yes, love lives where the wild roses grow.
Without hesitation, we instinctively go.
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4/25/2024 9:46:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That`s a wonderful poem, I love wild roses, you have captured their beauty in this write.