Simplest single rose
to a whole bouquet of women
formal and insignificant I know, but rose
smells even today to me...
intoxicated by the soul deep red as the deepest well,
as blinding eyes seeking deserts to drink on your fate.
The perching wound
landing new on old abrasion
my present captured into dream of immense beauty scent sphere.
Why do I believe?
Because, without, I can't live!
Not you dear, abruptly,
but me.
I have my self found when I see. You see?
Because my love, my water, my spectacle
by you I am revealed <3 to me.
One year has passed... I dream not to spoil by reach...
I drift on spirit...
I drift...
let to be
Delighted that you exist...
My dream in your eyes lives, I hope you'll live profound age,
the most beautiful life I could be.
About the Creator
Iris V.
spirit precedes everything
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