A Perfect rose
A Perfect Rose
In a garden today a damsel showed her bloom for those who loved her secret and knew a rose could bring life the smell of heaven for a few. Recalling childhood memories granma’s garden held.
Bring forth fortunes to taste the flower’s secrets hold.
‘What is in a name? that we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet’.
Bring back innocent child with thoughts from roses find that I could smell the passion lost by cynical mind. Then set sail to far off lands away from straight and fitful path with backward glance to recapture the childlike youthful laugh.