Oct 2017
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O' Maiden of the Garden, still thy flowery swing.
Inhale dawns fresh dew, as birds take to wing.
Glide casual across the grass and dainty moss,
pause quaint, gently pick a white rose for thy hair.
Shed a tear and cry for thy saddest love lost,
walk through the mist and float away in the air.
And seated 'pon thy flowery swing,
in quiet and soft repose,
draped so nonchalant until Spring,
the silent ghost of a rose.
© Pagan Paul (10/10/17)
O' Maiden of the Garden, still thy flowery swing.
Inhale dawns fresh dew, as birds take to wing.
Glide casual across the grass and dainty moss,
pause quaint, gently pick a white rose for thy hair.
Shed a tear and cry for thy saddest love lost,
walk through the mist and float away in the air.
And seated 'pon thy flowery swing,
in quiet and soft repose,
draped so nonchalant until Spring,
the silent ghost of a rose.
© Pagan Paul (10/10/17)
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Part 1 of 'Rose' trilogy.
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Part 1 of 'Rose' trilogy.
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