On my way into
the chamber of the rose
I saw there was no rose
a thorn is on the door!
Slash it cut it bin it off
I did these all
only to grow many more!
I took a chance
without drawing close
with a pinch of salt
I played a creative stroke.
Ah did I rub the Aladdin’s lamp
now it seems to talk?
Fostering an array of whispers
we tend to build a bubble.
Only to realise I am
still outside at the door!
Mediating with the thorn
yet to art over to the rose.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
On my way into
the chamber of the rose
I saw there was no rose
a thorn is on the door!
Slash it cut it bin it off
I did these all
only to grow many more!
I took a chance
without drawing close
with a pinch of salt
I played a creative stroke.
Ah did I rub the Aladdin’s lamp
now it seems to talk?
Fostering an array of whispers
we tend to build a bubble.
Only to realise I am
still outside at the door!
Mediating with the thorn
yet to art over to the rose.