Fragrant Thought
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Petals of roses drift slowly into fragrant piles of
thought, as breezes constantly blow them about,
clearing the way of imagination's subconscious whims.
Scattering across desert plains, beautiful images
become visions of plaintive dreams in nights of
corresponding definition.
Selecting bouquets of fresh roses, budding afterwards
even in death's embrace, as we continue to persuade
life to slow down and allow us to catch our breath.
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