Rose Meadow
A fragranced optical illusion,
flourishes the unique field of my realm
Where no other being has touched,
the soft vibrant velvet that adorns each stem
Each month, a new delicate bud softly sprouts
Well-formed in all its desire
Draped from a bridge void of thorns,
a cascading blend of sweet-scented petals
A Rosarium beauty sublime
The backdrop, a sea of spring green satin,
that flows through my wardrobe collection
Cultured and arranged to perfection
26/04/23
Copyright © W J Clarke | Year Posted 2023
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