Grain by grain it falls,
Moments slipping through our grasp,
Eternity calls.
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Angelina w. (Poet)
Poet, wordsmith, and dreamer. Crafting verses that delve into the human experience, exploring love, loss, and the beauty of life.
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Innocence in Bloom
The rose, a symbol of innocence in bloom, Its petals soft, and fragrance, sweet and mild, With beauty, grace, and love, it brightly illumes. Its delicate hues, so gentle and so cool, A sight to soothe the soul, and calm the mind, With beauty, grace, and love, it brightly illumes. In fields of green, it stands, serene and true, Withstanding winds and rains, with grace so kind, The rose, a symbol of innocence in bloom. Its thorns, a warning of love's bitter room, Yet still, its beauty shines, with grace so blind, With beauty, grace, and love, it brightly illumes. So, let us cherish this lovely sight, so soon, And bask in its innocence, forever so, The rose, a symbol of innocence in bloom. For in the rose, we see beauty, grace, and love, A symbol of innocence, always in bloom, so true.
By Angelina w. (Poet)3 years ago in Poets
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