Days Of Beauty Poem by Chris Embrick
Days Of Beauty
Immortal rose of love ephemeral
For another season, time
Fleeting memories; soft, subliminal
Of the fragrance left behind
With patience, watch the seasons changing
As tender buds grow and swell
Anticipating days of beauty
Spring's air heavy with the smell
For solace now, only memories
Until the melting of the snow
And in the gentle breeze of Springtime
Outside my window blooms the rose.
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8/27/2025 1:51:08 AM # 1.0.0
Ephemeral love is very beautiful like rose and this carries purity of perception. Soft, subliminal and fragrant memories this sprinkle in mind and soul. Spring time memories of rose value more. An interesting poem is shared here is excellently penned.10