Sun doesn’t set,
Moon doesn’t rise,
Days are endless for Rose.
Floating among stars,
Observant always,
Placid smile, gaze wanders.
Center of the universe,
Mistress of eternity,
Shining bright in the Heavens.
Who or what she is,
No one quite knows,
Not even she, The Eternal Rose.
(Art: “Blossoming” by Sasha Yoss)
Love it! The picture is so perfect and fitting too. 😀
Thank you. 🙂
I think the poem stands on its own without the picture. She is a mysterious figure like the moon, full of wonder……..