Above the sunset my roses grow

Rubiyat poem
Above the sunset my roses grow
 
 
Portrait of roses, lingers my mind.
Gentle by touch; thy thorn refined,
delightful in hand ‘tis your caress,
persuades this soul, so soft and kind.
 
 
And in the grand of your embrace,
desire my heart to feel the grace,
of singing bloom; loving bless.
This flower here; this enchanted place.
 
 
Majestic journey nor travel be,
demanding venture away from thee.
Not strife nor worry will I attend,
for thy is my future, and memories.
 
 
Shine thy peddles in brilliant aglow.
And never a darken night bestow,
for thy beauty arise and forever ascend,
above the sunset, my roses grow.
 
 
 
Kactus Berry
 
 
Kactus's site:
http://www.cossban.com/kactus
 
 
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