What bloom is there more fairer grows
to bless my dream than midnight rose
in comfort earth neath darkened skies
sung angel voice and lullabies.
My heart should beat a petal's sway
wrapped softly round this rich bouquet
tis heaven blown my spirit flies
sung angel voice and lullabies.
I have no words or song so fair
as whispered rose through midnight care
what bloom so born could grace these eyes
sung angel voice and lullabies.






Amazing flow and stunning imagery as always. Such a soft and tender poem

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