Wilted Rose on the Burial Ground
Thoughts mirrored back at me So abstruse I cannot see How do I demystify these? I live here among others We help each other grow A medley of backgrounds White, yellow, pink, and red We lay together in this rose bed My thoughts Confined to my bud Pink and unscathed They open like petals To be exposed to warmth The warmth that radiates From all of our…
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