The meadow rose
Cast delicate
A soft pelt
A taut poise
Amiss of nature's prick
In elemental pose
Refined design
In relative ambrose
Revolts
Remains not a tic
To pacify the doze
In what rose garden might we expect
A whisk o ataraxia
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The Meadow Rose
PoetryGardens of Plenty, stories unfold, It's a telling for many, from centuries ago... I've gathered some work from moments I've been emboldened to clarity... befuddlement, in many ways, it paints my prose. It continues to keep me on my toes. When...
