Petals of roses drift slowly into fragrant piles of <br />thought, as breezes constantly blow them about, <br />clearing the way of imagination's subconscious whims. <br />Scattering across desert plains, beautiful images <br />become visions of plaintive dreams in nights of <br />corresponding definition. <br />Selecting bouquets of fresh roses, budding afterwards <br />even in death's embrace, as we continue to persuade <br />life to slow down and allow us to catch our breath.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragrant-thought/
