I Feel Like a Rose

I feel like a ROSE As though I were an actual ROSE Just as such I feel as though my Petals are fluffed and moist with morning Dew, a tranquil VOICE. The eve of blossoming spawning in the Pupil of an accurate eye sight. At the stroke of dusk, the born. on going respite To the stillness of a SLUMBERING MIDNIGHT. I might just be a ROSE or at least the Essence the spirit of one when I recite these words On royal bluish days with electrifying verbs. Words concise kind and polite. I feel just like a ROSE It is something special to have each buttery Blue petal caressed. Yes!! A sort of somethingness.