Fragrance Of A Rose

Within the secret sacred shrines of rose Dwells a scent. This aroma, like gold, glows. Creation flows. Existence is the scent. Though the rose fades, its scent lasts without end. The scent is not on her external skin. This is in the clashes of seasons' spin. This aroma springs from her spotlessness. The fragrance finds the bloom's bottomlessness. Soul is the core of the scent of goodness. Within it abides showers of kindness The stream of scent secretes with dispassion. It's from here the scent spreads as compassion.