The Perfect Rose

The well worn path,
Familiar with my footprints
My secret place to hide n seek
An old gazebo adorned in a riot of wild roses
The sweet fragrance fills my soul
Peaceful; time is not cruel here.
Yellow daffodils, violets, pink peonies, red rose
Birds on a wire chatter their woes

Restless.... seeking....

I wander aimlessly....

Overgrown path and untamed jungle
standing tall against the odds
Awaiting my obscured fate 
Thorns, thistles and brambles
Feral beasts lie in wait to devour


Why do I always seek the perfect rose amongst the thistles?


Author's Notes/Comments: 

That's Life sometimes.

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Thanks much,I'm honored!


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....



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Loved this.. matched up to photo.. great lines..

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Another beautiful peice I am

Another beautiful peice I am in awe of your writing it's amazing. Thank you for sharing.