Perfume Of Roses Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Perfume Of Roses



Must you always be crushing the roses?
It seems such a sorrowful display.
Those delicate silken petals
Shone in the sun only yesterday.
Beautiful ~ in nature's way.

If you must make attar of roses
From the oil of these wondrous flowers
Our eyes will not witness their destiny
As you extract the essence in final hours.
But maybe this is nature's way.

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Joyce Hemsley

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Portsmouth England
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