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Apr 2019
Golden roses unable to release their scent

The horizon is missing such a daring hue

A Brilliant plush

No longer dancing in the wind before the suns gaze

Because now

Torn away from the source of their strength and priced in markets

Clipped onto mortal ears

And giraffe necks

And frail wrists  

Just another trinket added to the collection

At one time it blessed others, as it was commanded to do, and we in turn blessed it With songs and thankfulness

But now

An out of style accessory

Cliché’
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Written by
Desmond Baker  M
(M)   
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