A musk rose bloomed on my sill
with white petals peeping in.
The quiet rooms amour filled
as its fragrance drifted in.
It gossiped with coffee beans
and spiced up a blended scent.
Rolled into my fuzzy dreams,
churned out a rosy essence.
Deep ingrained sweet and sour are
seeds of the waking-flower.
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