SOFT KISSES

Lips of a rose tenderly whispers a kiss
Making this Rock hardened by mean weather melt
Dazed in fog of rare blissful moments as this
Trying to decipher the engravings spelt
Realizing that which has been so long amiss
That Midas touch he has, never before, felt.
Amidst the ash of the bliss of ignorance
Clarity slapped him so hard in an instance

Let dead leafs savour the Lips of dew
Make them believe in life anew;
Their old wish for death eschew.
Erase all gloom and blue
Passion be renewed
Love's wine be brewed
Make love bloom,
Rose's lips
Kiss

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