Roses in their naivety wear blindfolds;
their fragrance, a moment transitory
to align with the cosmos almost immediately.
I’d taken breathing for granted
until the day,
you stole the air from my lungs;
you are sweeter than any poem possible.
Photo credits: T.S Harris “Summer is for lovers,” Pinterest
De is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is “Possible.”
Come join us! 💝
Posted for Quadrille #116 @ dVerse Poets Pub