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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest · #1271168

a pleiades poem for the Writer's Cramp...stop and smell the roses

Roses
rear their jubilant heads,
reaching for the blue moon, redolent stars
releasing their sweet, sacred hearts.
Really, everything comes down to this
rosa mystica, refined and carnal,
recalling the scent of Eden to our garden.
Resurrection, and redemption.


Written for: "The Writer's Cramp" 

Form:"Pleiades" 
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