Of Rain, Of Roses

And what romantic notions
were laid for us here
amongst this city
of rain, of roses?
Where brick by brick,
the Masons who built,
with trowel, with mortar,
so carefully lined
with binding hope
such walkways,
where lovers feet
might one day meet
to lean against such walls,
till pulled to covered archways,
where in shadow, love, first grows.

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2 thoughts on “Of Rain, Of Roses

  1. fridayam says:

    This is lovely, and poignant x

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