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The aromatic scent of fresh flowers engulfs
my senses – I lie on the Soft and Scratchy
moss the color of antiquity – a bed fit for Titania.
A breeze blows past, yet all the while
misty air Clouds my lungs.

Moths flutter their Earthly wings
in the night, while the Full moon
gazes at the Tides,
like Mother Nature watching
Her children grow.

She holds you in her sticky
palms, wet with dew
and the fragrance of
dead Roses.





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Sue S. said...
May 31, 2012 at 8:11 pm
I love this poem although the ending is sad. You express your feelings freely. The poem is very touching.
 
Steven said...
May 10, 2012 at 9:28 am
You are a fantastic poet!
 
steveholmes said...
Apr. 25, 2012 at 3:23 pm
it is a well written, very touching poem. great job! hope to see more of your poems!
 
rachel_c said...
Apr. 18, 2012 at 10:30 am
great poem! well written! love it!
 
leosmith said...
Apr. 15, 2012 at 10:50 pm
this is a great poem. i love it!
 
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