The Pulse of a Rose
The pulse of a rose; gentle and slow,
like the softly misting raindrops of Spring.
A rose breathes and soft petals stretch to the light;
of a cascading ray; as it slips towards Earth.
It’s pulse beats with each savored breath;
velveteen color rolls across each petal;
highlighted by crystalline raindrops.
Light’s breath reveals and displays
a phenomenon that doesn’t really exist;
colors of pink, red, yellow, mauve and greens.
When I am tired, I sink into a rose for serenity;
velvet dreams play on the stage of my mind.
It’s milky sweet perfumes scent my spirit.
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