How is it that a rose understands
secrets buried deep ?
That softness of hue,
and hardiness of bearing
Can elicit such sentiment,
unleash nostalgic ache?
(Image my own. No reading today, as I have COVID and my voice is suffering)
How is it that a rose understands
secrets buried deep ?
That softness of hue,
and hardiness of bearing
Can elicit such sentiment,
unleash nostalgic ache?
(Image my own. No reading today, as I have COVID and my voice is suffering)