Mindful Mosaics
In shadows of twilight, where hues fade away, A garden lies silent, in a spectrum of grey. As dusk's fleeting whispers, embrace skies up high, A tender touch beckons, and a dream comes alive.
Amidst sleeping flowers, a vision unseen, A rose bathed in moonlight, the night's velvet queen. Her petals, like teardrops, a crimson embrace, A bittersweet longing, etched deep in her grace.
To be kissed by a rose, on the grey, Is to taste the sweet sorrow, of a heart led astray. A fleeting caress, in the shadows of night, A secret encounter, a soul's whispered flight.
The desolate world, lies somber and still, As a ghostly lament, weaves its ethereal thrill. The rose beckons, as her song fills the air, A tender surrender, a solace so rare.
In the arms of a lover, her kiss is divine, A brush of her lips, and their fates intertwine. But alas as the sun climbs, and morning draws near, The lover must part, leaving only a tear.
For the rose is a temptress, her love but a ruse, A fleeting illusion, that leaves the heart bruised. But still in the twilight, the wanderers yearn, To be kissed by a rose on the grey, they return.
A touch of her lips, a moment of bliss, A memory they carry, a haunting abyss. In the silence of sorrow, their secret they keep, A rose in the shadows, where dreams gently weep.
Artist/Poet: Anna van Tassell Medium: AI/Video Editing/Music Music: Kiss From A Rose (Cover) By LaMeduza - Licensed under a Creative Commons License.