SILHOUETTE OF A ROSE

 

Let us wait a while

'Til storm clouds pass;

When golden sunbeams

Carry us aloft.

Simple is the bond

That lifts us high;

Gentle is the warmth

Where ere we lie.

Fast flows the stream

Bubbling and frothing,

Rising to the swell,

Cascading, engulfing;

Sweet, so fresh,

Glistening and moist;

Softness so tender,

Fragrance rejoiced;

Petals of Satin;

Tendrils of silk;

Buds of crimson;

Thorns suckling milk.

 

Nov. 25th. 1989 © Will George.

Will George Poet

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