White Rose
A thousand saints
would fall martyr
in a heavenly scent
Purest upon the eyes
to you white rose
with most beautiful
by far the prettiest
Satin soft petals
falling from the heart
outwards crowning
heavenly beauty
Sweetest aroma
drifting on air
upon scent
prettiest of all flowers
In thorns you
played the part
deep inside
invites from colour
the softest kiss
upon light of day
mirror ,mirror
caressed so sweetly
in the rising sun
by the morning dew
beautiful
within
~ ~ ~ ~
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