Sweet Rosemary Bloom
shades of pine stalk the innocence
strapped from the vine released its vigilence
out of each innocent thought we can relax
bask in the vast expanse between time & space
to meditate the shroud of discontent
there she sits with her Cherry wine with straw
the angle of her love was now pushed to the side
upon reflection she notices a stunning resemblence to Tulips
the stalk of which used through its prowess
alone captivated by her thoughts
she realizes slight of dream
the evil scheme
This poem is about:
Me