The “Generous Gardener” Rosebush Growing Through a Pink Wooden Railing
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The pink rose blossom rings the breeze of spring
With fragrance of its petals and its dreams.
The sunlight air and blooms play chords that bring
On harmony that tastes of April gleams.
This fragrance causes colors in the nose
If it is spiritual. Clear eyes can touch
The velvet of the smell. This softness blows
Like melody our souls can see as much
Or more as hearts can hear the movement of
The teardrop form in elegance of notes.
The sugar of the musk seems like the love
In ballerina hands where kissing floats.
The petals do not fall through music’s sense
But try to cling beside a pink soul’s fence.
~ Phillip Whidden