An ode in several parts to blooms. Of the Rose initially…
I don’t know if I mad,
For trying this wee fad,
Writing of floral parts.
The Rose; simple, soft, familial,
A whiff, honey seemingly…
Walls carry your tones,
Silk easily enfolds,
Cherished every time,
Sentimentally divine.
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