The Rose and the aroma
She shows me hospitality fit for a king, and the countryside brings out the love hidden in me. The sun out in the distance, hanging above the ocean, the gentle breeze invading our space and the relief it brings, refresh our souls, and the rose spoke a language only lovers can understand.
The words are a mystery to the bystanders, and my love points to a single rose on a patch of fertile soil among the giant trees.
She bend over and picked the rose and immediately it fill the air with its sweet aroma, it was like life itself.
She wanted to plant a bud of the rose in the valley below so that in the future the valley will be overwhelmed with the sweet aroma of our love, and the rose in the meadows nearby will attract the honey bee for its sweet nectar.
The sunrise reminds me of the rose each time it rises, and in the evening when it set, it reminds me of a single rose and the aroma of our love.
- © Dennis Williams 2023
Dennis is an emerging poet/writer from Sandy Hill, St. Catherine, Jamaica. His writings have been published in agape Review, the American Diversity Report (ADR), Alchemy spoon issue #7, the Health line Zine #1, the independent literary magazine Adelaide #54, EgoPHobia # 74, and the livina press issue # 3.
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