Saturday, December 23, 2023

 A red rose ripples, swirls around and goes

out of sight.

In recall the night

turns around and flows.

The night of the rose

and the rose of the night,

dim and dark,

bright and light

in the coming and going

of the winter fog.

Do not catch it;

do not wish to own

neither the rose nor the night.

If arrested beauty withers;

if caught in a vial

the perfume fades.

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