Red as Wine.
Oh how sweet is its appearance
Sweet smell spreads wide
Each roses a little more precious than the other
Blooms in such splendor
Looms over sorrow wanting to comfort
Over the hills and in the valleys you will find them
Slowly they grow into masterpieces
Sewn with sparking spider silk
On a mantle of glistening leaves
More precious than any painting
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Roses(original Date Posted: the summer of 2008)
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