The Language of Roses
By Dave
Silent beauty speaks,
In the language of roses.
Silent beauty speaks,
In the language of roses.
Each petal, a delicate whisper,
Conveying warmth and grace,
Sunlight filters through,
Casting gentle, fleeting shadows.
Conveying warmth and grace,
Sunlight filters through,
Casting gentle, fleeting shadows.
Within the heart of each bloom,
A secret world unfolds,
Whispers of morning light,
Caressing the tender blossoms.
A secret world unfolds,
Whispers of morning light,
Caressing the tender blossoms.
Roses converse in hushed tones,
Their language rich and profound,
A dialogue of nature’s poetry,
Etched in soft, glowing hues.
Their language rich and profound,
A dialogue of nature’s poetry,
Etched in soft, glowing hues.
Silent beauty speaks,
In the language of roses.
In the language of roses.