Tag Archives: Rose

Of being

****I revised this poem. *** In the US of Us. Neither flat nor sharp, Rather – harmonic. Sound of rose unfolding, Towards kiss of summer Morning sunshine. Whisp of candied Monarch, Pandering on The garden walk, Lazily dabbling each bloom. … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment