THE PULSE OF LOVE

Poetry

frosted rose

   THE PULSE OF LOVE

Fog, and a silent clock,
A quiet house
Where tangerine roses
Almost tremble in the darkness.

Time now
To open
The mystery.

Time now,
To let
The mystery
Open every heart
To love.

         ©2019 Gwen Grant

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