A red rosegarden submerged by a
flash flood...a break in clouds.
The sun plays across the red
rosegarden, an aqua posterity...
as if luminescent blinds open a
window to a deeper beauty.
The preemptive strike of being
pools their red...swayed in a
drowned breeze--their lucid
signatures gladly sign them away.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 10:37 PM UTC
A red rosegarden submerged by a
flash flood...a break in clouds.
The sun plays across the red
rosegarden, an aqua posterity...
as if luminescent blinds open a
window to a deeper beauty.
The preemptive strike of being
pools their red...swayed in a
drowned breeze--their lucid
signatures gladly sign them away.
