Hide my Scars


Dusty Rose

brideIn quivering lips of dusty rose,

Flush upon cheeks of apricot kiss,

Of golden tones,

A smile of playful eyes, and sweet whisper,

Of fountains bustling,

Lovers swoon,

The gardens of Eden in song,

Beneath the bristle trees,


The summer air grasps the earth,

The flowers of yesterday weep,

With sweet emotions, love’s shy hands,

Wrap in lovers twine,

Beauty stills the sun.