Tag: roses
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My first rose
In my haunted garden artery hardening plants Barb and spar sporting spar for sparse light in slight expanse. Preaching age’s lessons with speechless, effortless change A rose which glowed mauve this molten morning’s eke Roves at dark-courting, gauzing dusk to a bleeding shade Rust ruffed. Upon touch, reducts to dust. The cup of the lustral,…
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Yellow Rose
She grows that garden rose Grows without control Sweet smells climb up my nose Everything goes on under my nose Without my knowing. She is a rose Her billowing robe flows like abundant sap Chinese female gold, her dress is yellow orpiment Her shift in yellow also, gem of the orchard She is a scorching…
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