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when roses bloomed
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reworked vintage
When Roses Bloomed
Morning light warms
your porcelain cup—
blue-rimmed and heavy
in my waiting hand,
steam like rosewater
soft on my lips.
You pass me another saucer,
apron dusted with flour
and summer petals;
your wedding band glints
in the hush of our laughter.
Yet I recall those afternoons
beneath the rose arbor—
petals drifting on a shy breeze,
fear tightening in my chest,
our voices kept apart.
This is the apparition
of simple bliss—
Yet why was this not possible
when roses bloomed
in the garden?
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