Shapes

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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