Sub Rosa

Where once her warm and sanguine heart

fell ashen grey to rest in cold base dirt

high over the familiar bush and shrub

proud crimson blooms pine for love  


Where their sacred beauty sings to my heart

they call forth the lovely nightingale

high in their cloudless summer sky

to sweetly sing their longing song


There, I too confess a secret yearning

silent hidden deep within my soul

quiet descant to that thrushy bird

for sweet love's ambrosial balm


◄ Ystrad Fflur: Dusk

Eyrignac ►


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Stu Buck

Sun 19th May 2019 18:50

how very lovely chris

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Fri 17th May 2019 16:09

Beautiful. ?

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