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She Be a Poet: Sweet Roses

Sweet smelling roses undiluted fragrant flare,

My nostrils drunk on petals floating on polluted air.

Sweet smelling roses where angels dare to tread,

Brave are they who tip toe around my giddy head.

Sweet smelling roses, God, he must be near,

Gently whispered scents they flow, I listen, I can hear.

Sweet smell of roses I close my eyes to see,

Perfectly formed bloom appears to me.

Sweet smelling roses, sprinkled, they tickle my soul,

Once a bud in this life, now grown, I am whole.

@Michelle Sotiriou 2014