The Rose Poem by elysabeth faslund
The Rose
The evening sky a pale rose
ripening into deep claret
pouring across the horizon
As the horizon deepens
burgundy velvet
caresses your skin
as pale rose scent
fills an empty room
Lovliness does not hide
stides forth, brazen
with song, with answers
from lands unknown
Once Pangea
why division
winds bear petals
across this ocean
The rose knows
a home
An eloquent and dreamy poem Elysabeth! thank you for sharing! ! ! *10*! ! Best wishes Friend Thad
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4/25/2024 12:56:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
perfect controversy, the rose is the object whichh steady fastly pursued, beautiful write.