Her Roses Are Well Tended -- Unicorn

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Date Posted: 14:20:03 10/29/06 Sun
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: 69.183.16.42.adsl.snet.net / 69.183.16.42
Subject: Her Roses Are Well Tended

If I should ever love again
a silvered splintered light,
a wave that heaves; to blush
the tides 'pon tears; that blind the night;

If I shall gaze, the forest; rest --
a sky its span; to weave -

to hold'n prayers; the grace, spun
hair; single breath upon
the leaves, for utter ground
does bear the fair; petals red
flown everywhere - there
chatter plain, across a grain, of that
which whispers, half asleep

of roses loft
some fragrance soft -

the lovers as the bees
So soft does

the cry, there echo - a steaming sun
arise it's, bright yellow

lit; her leaves spun, soft, the breeze
the flutters of her heart song, is

in tender pitch now, as footsteps
in roaming to tend
rowed red,

her flowers said;
there, blossomed as rowed trees

And, in the sky a luscious cry, as children,
front,
the red candy-apple-machine

and portals open, to drip
the red

that she instead
hid so; well bred

well loved, adorned,

as roses piled,
now -

up to her knees

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