Oct 2017
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O' Lady of the Forests, hold thy woodland form.
Smell blossoms sweet scent, calm within a storm.
Take umbrance through meadows and mighty trees,
pause delicate, gently pick a red rose for thy hair.
Hold a tear and muse 'pon thy children's pleas,
walk by sacred lakes and be one with the air.
And stood 'pon thy woodland form,
bleed love to all exposed,
pain becomes still until forever,
the silent blood of a rose.
© Pagan Paul (10/10/17)
O' Lady of the Forests, hold thy woodland form.
Smell blossoms sweet scent, calm within a storm.
Take umbrance through meadows and mighty trees,
pause delicate, gently pick a red rose for thy hair.
Hold a tear and muse 'pon thy children's pleas,
walk by sacred lakes and be one with the air.
And stood 'pon thy woodland form,
bleed love to all exposed,
pain becomes still until forever,
the silent blood of a rose.
© Pagan Paul (10/10/17)
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Part 2 of 'Rose' Trilogy.
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Part 2 of 'Rose' Trilogy.
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