Ace

“Was it privilege to love you?
Painted hues of viridescent lives
to those lost seconds when we saw
the world begin again in strides.”
― Phen Weston, Under the Rose

“What sanctuary is there in indulging the whims of falling stars?”
― Phen Weston, Under the Rose

“I wondered where those roads, in which the world diverged,
became the promises of another life,
the hilly embankment that touched the horizon in
tranquil virescent spikes, splattered with hazel lines,
that conquered truth and candour.”
― Phen Weston, Under the Rose

“Who knew those detached words
could conjure silent vows― flaming―
fide et amor ― nothing lasts forever―”
― Phen Weston, Under the Rose