Rose Garden City

She dreams in pretty  
pink moonlight - looks out of 
her window at the day break of night 

the earth has revolved around her 
since the cradle days 

the wind chimes that echo in her grandma's special place  
are thought of often, as her past for the most part 
has been forgotten

Moving from a place where her roots well seeded and bloomed 
in a small village with a royal title
and a fountain carved in the stone of marble 
where cathedrals entombed the greats who once walked the streets. 

Now, she exists in a sea of modernity and 
stainless steel wire,
Her thoughts are often thoughts of desire. 

Like Blanche, she may not cut the rug 
on this contemporary stage. 

Her life is but turnings within an unwritten novel’s page. 

One might think 'tis such a pity for 
her to live in this rose garden city. 

By Samuel J. 


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I’ve been working on this one for a while. Happy  Friday and enjoy this poem guys! Enjoy!