The Perfect Moment
Church bells echoing in the distance,
welcoming me to the sunny day,
yet, I am falling into enchanted dream
sanctified by my garden of roses!
Something inside of me
waited the tiny world to unfold itself,
soft rose petals moved slowly by spring breeze
telling me story of graceful contours.
Gentle patterns captured my heart,
sensual play of colors divine,
thorns, signs of upcoming awakening
did not touch my elated mind!
Melodious whispers, scents, and juices,
charity of Grace reflected,
odd filling of moment entrapped,
counting seconds of being truly alive.
Copyright © Vesna Arsenich | Year Posted 2009
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