Roses are and
Roses aren’t and
all that lay between is
the flicker of a moment;
Time,
that universal gardener,
weeding and succoring,
cultivating now, only to
appreciate a fragrance
before the frost smothers all.
Roses are and
Roses aren’t and
all that lay between is
the flicker of a moment;
Time,
that universal gardener,
weeding and succoring,
cultivating now, only to
appreciate a fragrance
before the frost smothers all.
Excellently evoked and crafted
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