The Rosebush
You a silhouette of extraordinary tease
Flowing gently on Autumns' breeze
I taste your pleasures I smell your scent
A gift of fire oh so pleasant
Interwoven as planted vines
No division over time
Winds sweep your seeds
To spawn your love
Bees spread your pollen
Words from above
Thorns prick the wondering hand
Rosebuds waft the scented land
Allusions of a love so grand
Interwoven in soil of Man.
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2017
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