Poetry Clips – Rose/Roses (An Unspoken Promise)


In the deepest of dreams

I hear you whispering

I know you somehow

The night is fragrant

There is the scent of roses

Drifting on the breeze

Your presence lingers

And somehow

It caresses my soul

And an unspoken promise

Arises

From somewhere

Inside of me

© Ann Bagnall

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