Loved Like Roses

From this room where we meet in light and shadow where love is made – and war, the stars reflect on a peaceful field of blue iris. I need to be loved like roses. Silvery blades of a crescent moon slice through fields growing wild. Transparent things on winged feet flit through silky Zoysia nipping […]

Loved Like Roses

Author: Sangramsharmaji

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