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Thanking the Rose

A wind brushed upon me, parting my lips to grin.
What happened to my woe, to my pain within?
What world is this? Why does everything sing?
Why now of all times must I feel as a king?
I walk the path, through the wooded hollow,
Naught but love drew me, drew me to follow.
A sweet hum caressed my heart and mind.
All this time, and only now I find,
That which compels me to wake with the sun,
It is she who is my home, she who is my one.
A dream had kissed me along with that breeze,
A subtle pain within had begun to ease.
Who now calls upon the crimson Rose,
To sing my name and relieve my woes?
My pain is gone, my pain is gone.
I’ve but my Rose to thank for her song,
And now It ends. My pain is gone.




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Bellezza_Impavida said...
May 16, 2009 at 11:23 pm:
This makes my heart happy. I really can't think of anything constructive, but it's lovely.
 
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emohippie911 said...
Apr. 29, 2009 at 3:36 am:
ily... ^_^
 
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XTwistedAliceX said...
Apr. 27, 2009 at 3:14 am:
one of the most beautiful things I have read if forever and I have heard alot of poetry lately. This boy has got talent and it needs to be reconized. That is one lucky girl he got there. ^^
 
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