She has now risen..
A Rose..
To pale the blush
of the other blooms...
To scorn the thorns
of her silvery moon
To lighten the lair
of darkness vast
Her scent so sweet
nectareous, ne'er pass
To sleep now,..rest
In beauteous bliss
Seeping marmelade
flows from deaths kiss
She has now risen
A Rose..
To pale the blush
of the other blooms...
Copyright 2003 Beverly L. Hernandez
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