The rose

A rose With the scent of the earth Aroma from the clouds A desire to soar Tides crashing against the shore Pauses to expose the measure Of the treasure Yet the strain Of the petals inside the fine veins Yearning for a selfie The glee of the folds So bold Expecting expansion Spirit of ascension Reinforced by The longing for flight Freedom of light In addition The sops The raindrops Veils slowly ajar A glimpse of the shine of a star A delicate smile Somewhat beguiled At a simmer A glimmer Lips and eyes follow From a depth Gradually The treasure Time swallowing time Chimes in the atmosphere Eyelashes and hair Fair and lovely And the eyes Azure and solitary The flute Its sheen Nose aquiline Ready to receive with a salute ___________ July 23, 2025