Short Poem(s) on winter (rose)

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Sepals - Primal Character(istic)

Of seasons of major attractions, gone,
Of characters of human, condensed,
I see her behind the glass, frosted,

Her image as a yellow rose, wallows,
Soft red petals of lips, swallows,
Now her crude sepal lips, glowing ...

Of seasons of major attractions, gone,
Of characters of human, condensed,
I see my reflection in the glass,

Purple petals covered in snow, inactive ...

... Of cocoon, to reborn, opportune,
Sheathed once again in sepals, protective,
I see myself watching the world around,

Petals - Ostracized Beauty -

... Play hide and seek throught their life,
Always hiding from their fellows,
For they know not that other flowers exist.

They know not much difference
Between thin air and thick snow;
Snow brings narcissism with stillness

... Yet when they fall alone on ground,
Still believe they are in the game,
Until they become one with dust,

SnowFlakes - The raggamuffin Beauty -

... Basks joyfully in wintertimes,
When she travels softly gracefully,
Watching specs, grow as rose, another spec
Savouring their geometric progression in time,
For it's in her nature to measure so precisely-

-While her slow and long journey,
She takes her charm from all she sees,
Those very snow, her harbingers-

... the orphic goddess, raggamuffin,
ecstatic in her crystalline aura,
descending from obscurity into profundity,
sublimes in her divine salvation.

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