Unwanted Destiny

April 20, 2012
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Season’s end
Brings no repose,
The gardener tends
White wilted rose,
A bleak memory falls
In an ivory-snow petal,
A meek memory calls
Her mind does settle.
Alabaster purity
In dwindling days,
Let down own insecurity
And will. She faithfully obeys.
The hand betrothed awaits
Beyond dried rose thorns strangling iron gates

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