The lost garden ..


Between the leaves of a poetry book
a pressed rose petal lies,
fragile now and sere.
The tangible touch of a summer’s day
ephemeral and fleeting.
A damask rose, the souvenir
of two lovers meeting;
its fugitive beauty faded there,
but in this quiet place
the lingering perfume
of a deep-red bloom
slowly scents the air… .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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