A white rose in the garden,
tarnished, yet in full bloom,
as I look into your eyes,
I cannot stop wondering about the truth.

Faces tell so much,
more than any touch,
so I want to know,
what is hidden in your soul.

This short poem was inspired by an intense encounter in an EM (Ehrliches Mitteilen / Honest Sharing) session.

White rose (chillstep w/ female vocals)

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