Rose Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rose



the spirals never cease to amaze me
a perfect shape twists to a known uniformity...
waiting to bear all to those who pass near enough to drink its beauty
were I like the rose...
then you'd come to folds
and see my secret wonders.

Monday, September 12, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
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