A dew drop rolls in silent melody
along the snowy groove
of perfection made by unseen hands
so delicate, more so than man's.
It falls from the velvet white
of the soft and cool petal.
It's companions hug each other
around the circle trove of powder gold.
Liquid crystal sparkle magic,
a soundless orchestra of unheard beauty.
A small corner of the endless universe
laden with perfection.
Sightless blind eyes see above
the world of lush crisp vibrance.
Only in the largest roses of scent and color coveted
do they only start to see of untouched beauty.
A dew drop rolls in harmony
to the musical sound of the earth.
Even the diamonds of the endless sky
cannot compare to the gold that flowers keep.
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My Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the muse strikes~ All these poems are original, and an expression of how I felt at the moment. Quite a few of these are old, and many were posted on Gaia on my account.
