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 Apr 2015 Rose
Victoria F Sanchez
She thinks she loves him
He thinks he might love her too
But neither admit the truth
 Apr 2015 Rose
Elizabeth Squires
A mystery to solve in a famous frame
Smiling from canvas a story to tell
Oh lady of the portrait oh lady of fame
The painter captured your face so well
Those who study art ponder and ruminate
The enigmatic pose that doth beguile
No brush strokes convey your mind state
All angels inspected of daubed smile
Yet the secret stays ever concealed
Baffling them all lady you assuredly do
Nothing of the puzzle is revealed
So well hidden and never in view
Leonardo da Vinci yielded not a clue
When he masterfully conceived of you
 Apr 2015 Rose
Word Therapy
Wishes
 Apr 2015 Rose
Word Therapy
If wishes all came true today,
Many lessons would be learned,
Many parents would be wished away,
But, quickly - be returned.

Many hearts would beat again,
Which had been happier at rest,
And many loves would be regained,
Already faded past their best.

Germany - the first to go,
Then the rest would disappear,
And soon the world would just implode,
As desire collides with fear.

'Til - where our blue Earth used to float,
In orbit, scattered far and near,
Would hang in space our unread notes,
Our hopes, our prayers, our tears.
 Apr 2015 Rose
Nom De Plume
Life
 Apr 2015 Rose
Nom De Plume
Life is a path.
That once you take,
It disappears.
Every step you take,
Is a step towards your goal.
You cannot step back.

Life is a pen
Swiftly moving.
Never stopping.
Once you make a mark,
It's permanent.
You cannot erase.

Life is a Pandora's Box.
Full of surprises,
Full of excitement.
Once you open it,
Your life begins.
You cannot close it.

Life is a path.
Life is a pen.
Life is a Pandora's Box
That you can never forget.
 Apr 2015 Rose
Nessa dieR
Realize
 Apr 2015 Rose
Nessa dieR
Her feet are cold
Her head is warm
Why wasn't He told?
Why did no one warn?

His love is dying
Deep, drowning pain
And there's no point in trying
The tries would be in vain.

She waited for him
Who she dearly yearned
And when he was finally seen
She got nothing in return.

So she walked away
But his spell, oh so strong
Would make her walk his way
And believe nothing was wrong.

But this time she regrets
Standing under the rain
Protecting him from Bullets,
For this time they pierced her brain.

— The End —