Sunday, June 9, 2024

Roses & Old Books

(Poems from My Garden, Amber Highland, 2024)

Amid the garden's whisper, where roses bloom in soft cascades of crimson and gold, there lies a world of timeless reverie. The petals, delicate as a sigh, cradle the essence of forgotten summers, each fragrance a whisper of days long past.

Here, in this sanctuary, old books rest, their pages weathered and wise. The scent of aged parchment mingles with the roses' perfume, crafting a symphony of memory and dream. 

In the twilight's embrace, the roses and old books converse in a language of beauty and nostalgia, each telling tales of eternal wonder.
Amber Highland, 2024

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