~ Pressed in Ink and Bloom 🌹~

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"Where ink fades, the rose remembers—love pressed between pages never truly wilts."

 

Upon a page of weathered grace,

She pressed a rose to leave a trace—

Of whispered dreams and longing sighs,

Of ink that bloomed like lover’s eyes.

 

Each letter curled like petal's edge,

Soft secrets sealed beneath a pledge.

Her hand, a tremble on the page,

Composed the ache of heart and age.

 

The roses knew her every line—

Each stem a verse, each thorn a sign.

Their velvet lips, in silence sworn,

Held poems that the past had worn.

 

He found the book in evening’s hush,

Its scent of rose, of faded blush.

And in those words, still warm and wild,

He saw the soul of love beguiled.

 

So ink and bloom together lay—

Two lovers lost, yet not astray.

For even time could not erase

The prose she left in rose’s place.

 

~ Vixenn

 

(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)

 

© 2024 Vixenn Moonshadow

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