The Soul of the Rose - John William Waterhouse
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Listen to poem:
there's a place in this garden
where I'm not more or less but known
a true self that mingles with a fragrance
becomes the breeze
I feel the brick against my palm
the tender petal brushes my lips
colour transfers in a gentle kiss
as the perfume overwhelms me
a vine teases
may I be tethered to this spot
but I don't mind
this moment is pure bliss
my soul sings a lullaby
and I rest
this is just a corner
of my beautiful world
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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