I wash my hands, in your ink, fast between a
valley, it clings to me, lives in me, my pen.
and Waves, that run, i float on, the rose and hand,
and the sun on my face, this rose a tender bud.
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I like your pink and your poem with its keen ear and curious turn of phrase. Pink is so undervalued, I agree (and girlie too) . Your have taken the word and turned it upside down and inside out. The result is highly creative and very poetic. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
sooooooo creative, soooooooo artistic and sooooooo brilliant, well done
A lovely poem on pink roses........Thanks