Dec 2012
and on this day, mine,
the roses are in full bloom-
no one can say why.
it is sweet to think,
and to stare, and stare, and stare
at the green hillside.
the roses are in full bloom-
no one can say why.
it is sweet to think,
and to stare, and stare, and stare
at the green hillside.
(Cascadia)
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