Imagine horses drawn in hey and purple flowers in the month of may,
The cold of winters snap on its way, and sun in blue skies.
The world in brilliance is misty like the morning haze,
Giving breath and life to wrinkled eyes.
A thousand days upon the seed it rains.
And grows a rose that seldom cries.
It reaches to the heavens, upon the dirt it sits.
Embellished in resemblance, beauty in a fist.
Truth instead of lies. Natures purest kiss.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2025 07:58
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Comments2
A beautiful write and i am imagining, enjoyed the read
Thank you
You are very welcome
Unique wording in this poem kept me guessing. A fun read
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