The Arbutus
Embrace the beauty of the trailing vines,like a virgin that entices,
yet innocent and pure, bashful and timid
while the scent of the smiling strawberry bud
outranks even the most beautiful rose.
I see you stand, tall and proud,
the Queen of God's luscious garden.
Soaking beneath the rays of the
keeper of all creation,
unplucked you are, virgin bride of the garden.
While your roots lie hidden, you emit radiance,
watching the bustling world around you.
Poetry by Kiran
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Written on 2007-04-02 at 13:38
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ardent.March |
Individuality |