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
PoesíaGardens 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...
