The Mystic
The Mystic
The tempest
La vie en rose
Alive and vibrant
For all seasons
She is the flower of the rising sun
She is the flower of compassions gun
The scent of blindness
The beauty of the rose
The smell of the flower
Shall never de-compose
In the memory of her lover
In the clouds of misty tears
Holding to memories of passing years
When a new spring arises
When the winds of the hurricane subside
Amble to the gardens of botanical beauty
She is there
Waiting
Petals outstretched with radiant warmth
Passion fruit consumed under the Ombu tree
This flower of love
Enticing and amorizing
Shall wrap her warmth
Around the essence of you
The Mystic rose
After the storm
Inspired by and dedicated to Mystic Rose
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