by Venkat

then he waxed those roses
till they lit the crooked shades

pruned stories, oiled memories
painted distances in neat vials

trimmed clocks, gods laughter
groomed silver lids to seal a time
carved curves to frame happiness

hands which set roses in shapes
found no size fit for the scent

image: flickr.con

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