Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A single Rose


A single rose is still.
Fallen to its will.
Floating to a sleep.
A single rose will dream.

Raindrops tell tall tales.
This path leaves no trail.
At the forest brink.
Raindrops fall in sync.

No man hears the cries.
Beneathe the silver skies.
Above this waterfall.
No man owns it all.

Desolated grounds.
Memories safe and sound.
Color drained complexions.
Desolated sections.

These veins seep scarlet lies.
Betrayal fills blue eyes.
Where lies dormant tears?
These veins rid me of fears.

Oh sweet sadness.
Oh glorious madness.
Oh sacred scars.
Oh wounded hearts.

How do thy surrender?
Succumb to thee forever.


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