the chambers of our hearts
hold small scarlet secrets
like a rose garden blooming
under the summer sun
© 2017, Jamie Dedes
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Presences
Some affirm
tropics are sad
as well as railway stations.
Believe.
The choice is for
all those who passed by.
And for a Communion
(with
a rose).
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and if you and I are
roses
so how much are
the words
mumbled
in the breaking
most tender of the day
and this world is perfect
like a seashell
left by someone
on a desert shore
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Very nice theme with rose / and poem /. It should not be left with only a poetic answer.
blown away
the language is
the most useless
gift
when I listen to you
hypnotized
(with this stupid
pink rose…)
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Hi Jamie:
I feel fortunate to know you! Thank you. Evelyn
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And I you, Evelyn. Rock on …
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Ella!
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The Girl with an Umbrella of Roses
The girl
with an umbrella of roses
stops so suddenly
at the nook
the sea and the infinity
she waits
for the morning wind
(to fly off)
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Oh, I like it. Delightfully mystical.
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