Like a Rose.

A little....poem? Verses from the heart.

Generations of roses that in the background of time have been lost.
I want one to be saved from oblivion,
one without a mark or a sign between things
what they were.
Destiny gives me this gift of naming for the first time that silent flower, the last
rose that Milton brought to his face, without seeing it.
Oh you, red or yellow, or white, or pink..
Rose from an erased garden, magically leave your past immemorial and in this verse it shines, gold, blood or ivory or tenebrous
as in his hands, invisible rose.

#tammywhite #pinkflowersday