Joanna Garrido

Gold Roses

I dreamt I walked in gardens green

where roses ornate gold

were once a blush, a maiden’s flush  

Embalmed, their secrets hold


Their fragrance was metallic  

no aromatic scent  

Gone their perfumed essence  

Their days of youth were spent

Encapsulated, hardened hearts  

Their cries could not unfold  

As they once felt the Midas touch  

That trapped them in pure gold  

1/2/19 JG


  • Michael Edwards

    Beautifully written - I much enjoyed the read.

    • Joanna Garrido

      Thank you. Glad you enjoyed 😊

    • SerenWise

      Lovely imagery

      • Joanna Garrido

        Thank you glad you liked 😊

      • Goldfinch60

        Super write Joanna.

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