The power of flowers

poetry


poetry- Philippe Rovere

The power of flowers

Flower, you’ve got the power,
Soon dead, bare born,
You’ve got the power to give my nose a flavour.

And this flavour, oh flower, lightly touches my thoughts.
Inner garden, outer garden,
Garden of my loves.

Flower, you’ve got the power to sneak in.

Your language is a colour,
Your language is an odour,
Your language is a touch.

You’ve got the power to hush me,
One day, flower, you will be my cemetery.

Then through you, will flourish my posthumous farewell,
For ever, the soul of a man that one may smell.


Philippe Rovere
www.philipperovere.fr



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