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Concrete Roses
The bane of many, I have stood Amid the concrete roses And remembered, if I could The days where sorrow dozes When dragonfly’s glittering fire And sunset’s amber delight Fade softly on a distant pyre Into a shimmering night With ancient city rising deep Into a wandering phrase And the keening minions softly creep Into our fragile haze While smiling, people feign The consciousness of dream And the falling, gentle rain Shows all is not a scheme Wait for the night with me In the concrete roses And revel in the sunset’s gleam On days when sorrow dozes
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