Intimation
It seems so bare, still cold, unaware of the scent of the rose.
I’ll take a whiff of plastic stem, the thorns pretend, petals don’t fall.
I drop the imitation at the brushing of soft sentiment.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2025
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