The queen of flowers
Unfolds her petals with a flourish
Open to the gentle warmth
Shying away from rain
She shivers from cold
Shrinking from winter
Also withering from summer
She seeks slight breeze
and longs for a mild sun
The early day is her chosen time
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Very nice 🙂
Thank you so much!
Oh this one is perhaps my favourite poem of yours. Lovely. I actually feel for her, the rose..!
oh! is this your fav? Thank You
beautiful and tender as the rose.
Thank you, Sharmishtha:)
That majestic, yet so fragile beauty of the rose that you have revealed beautifully…
Thank you:)