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Moon Rose
There was a rose
it bloomed only under the moon
while its vines dug in deep
each thorn pulsed with blood
as the blossom gorges upon itself
ever fuller it grows
the seed implanted deep within
while it awaits to birth open
aromatic sweetness tinged
with bitter.
Soon each petal
would slip away
falling like winter rain
until the stalk is left bare
with only one sweet memory
of what once had been.
So the song is sung
that never had been heard
with the winds passage
fires burn bright in the skies
while the moon is blinded
and so her lover must pale
scorched by viscous sunlight.
9:29 AM - 7/31/2007 -
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