Roses in their naivety wear blindfolds;
pastel red,
their fragrance, a moment transitory
that seeks
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

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Posted for Quadrille #116 @ dVerse Poets Pub