An image referring to this poem: Month of roses. My rhymes go in circles to the

An image referring to this poem:
Month of roses. My rhymes go in circles to the vast jungle, to collect honey and aromas in the half-open flowers. Amada, Come. The great forest in our temple; There waves and floats a holy perfume of love. The bird flies from one tree to another and greets your rosy, beautiful forehead like the dawn; superb, When you pass by, they shake their green, trembling leaves and raise their branches as if a queen were passing by.

Wendy Garcia Peralta

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An image referring to this poem: Month of roses . My rhymes go in circles to the vast jungle , to collect honey and aromas in the half-open flowers . Amada , Come . The great forest in our temple ; There waves and floats a holy perfume of love . The bird flies from one tree to another and greets your rosy , beautiful forehead like the dawn ; superb , When you pass by , they shake their green , trembling leaves and raise their branches as if a queen were passing by .

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