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‘Illusive Hue’

‘Illusive Hue’

As sunset lips to evenings glow,
louder than words your beauty shows.
O' white rose, white rose, now stained blue,
so pure, so rare, that's the wonder of you.
I gaze in awe, upon your soft, surreal Hue,
mesmerizing is my view, coy, blushing eyes,
likened to a dew-dipped azure
sunrise.

Oh! such wonder, your fragrance lingers 
on the hand, that holds, your essence.
These thoughts sublime I'm lost in your
alluring hue, too much, too much, 
for this starving heart to pursue. 
Your beauty Is a beauty, beyond compare,  
spinning this mind of mine, like wheels, in air.

Why do I feel the depth of you,
so deep, I've felt the color of you,
elusive, elusive rose, my blue rose hue
Is it that I see a likeness a (Deja Vu)  
Here is my heart blue rose,
and this love for you.

Olivia Johns Wright.

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One of the meaning of the blue rose is that it symbolizes the impossible, or the unattainable. Since the blue rose itself is a rarity in nature, it stands for something that is hardly within one's grasp, an object that seems too difficult to be achieved. Thus the blue rose is admired and revered as an unrealised dream...

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Olivia J. Wright

Thankyou - for your comments dear poet 
and a big thx for your welcome ? x

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