Monday, June 21, 2010

MEROSITY




In the shadows glows
The white rose, luminous, coy.
I step through the thorns.

I kneel in the mud.
In the last rays of sunlight,
I behold this dear.

O, pale lemon heart
What blush holds you so, dear rose?
I stare deep inside.

In the white roses's heart
Tiny pink blooms sprout where
Golden stamens sway.

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