The Last Rosé of Winter

Amongst the snow I find
The last pink rose
Of the most precious kind
Is it the welcome of Spring
Nobody really knows

She bows before
An old church door
Amongst the winter trees
With withered and barren leaves

I find the last pink rose
And so I share it
With all who share a love for beauty
And choose to see it,read it and hear it!
Eat,pray,love and have a wonderful St. Valentine’s Day!



About faengelina

I am a 50 something year old female born and raised in Brooklyn,NY. After an on the job injury in 2012 my life slowed down a bit I love poetry,fashion,music,food,angels,fairies,pixies and art. Please come in and make yourself at home.
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