What Rose Poem by elysabeth faslund
What Rose
Smelled so sweet, for so far distances,
That it made crevices in the soul?
What rose arced the sky with brightness,
Lightning bowed to beauty?
And, not my soul, not my spirit, with you
Went the arcs...but, my heart,
Tearing apart the sky with need,
Want, warmth...that my roses made
Mountains of the crevices?
This is beautiful Elysabeth, a unusual way of expressing love through a rose. Delightful find. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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5/7/2024 7:29:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this marvellous poem.