Seeds Bound On Its Own Perfume
What is in a name? If you were an arid desert rose in bloom
A flourishing garden would be transformed in my womb
Weaving greenery of verdant emerald green whom
Embraced by Love’s profound budding existence will groom
Fashion Buds not of the desert or garden in bloom,
but joint forebear seeds bound on its own perfume
1/16/2017
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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