Sweet Rosemary Bloom

shades of pine stalk the innocence strapped from the vine released its vigilence out of each innocent thought we can relax bask in the vast expanse between time & space to meditate the shroud of discontent there she sits with her Cherry wine with straw the angle of her love was now pushed to the side upon reflection she notices a stunning resemblence to Tulips the stalk of which used through its prowess alone captivated by her thoughts she realizes slight of dream the evil scheme