
Life and Death of a Rose
The rose vine twines,
Reflected in the pane,
The occupier looks out,
Confined to bed again.
The rose vine buds,
Depicting life anew,
The occupier strains,
To look out on skies of blue.
The rose vine knocks
On the lattice frame outside,
The occupier wishes
For truths instead of lies.
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Thank you.
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Roses are the only plants that lives through all seasons … never die …
and rises up in its beauty when the time is right …
Beautiful poem, Sue!
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This poem comes from pensitivity 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks, Michael.
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