By Rosemary H. Slemp
Dream with me of Gulistan…
Remember every blossom grand.
We’ll sing and play the gilded angel rose,
And breathe in fragrant blossoms’ blend.
Enduring long in east and west alike,
While differences of humankind divide.
The queen of flowers to all occasions rose,
Her crown of peace, so worthy to unite.
In love’s tournament she is the prize,
An aria for the diva’s enraptured eyes.
This damask rose of petaled silk,
Her clear / rose / blush, well poetized.