First he stood next to the Rose,
Its beauty had no words to be spoken,
The wind singing a melody no one could compose,
His emotions awoken.
Underneath the nightly shade,
Before them the desert sands,
Which began to fade,
Its beauty overshadowed these lands.
Within her nights veil,
Underneath the moon he seemed so pale,
Compared to her blossom,
He felt as he was in his autumn.
Time seemed to be standing still,
The Void felt like it would fill,
Next to this breathtaking flower,
He felt like an eternal tower.
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Random poetry, philosophy and thoughts.
RandomPoetry, philosophy and such coming to mind. Although be warned this book does prospect many things you may not feel comfortable with, reading at your discretion.
