Poem – “The Rose of Death” – Romance – 4/26/2020

Here is where

We will stare

Towards the bluest night,

And fall from truest fright.

I lost all to the cause

Of two million years,

Centered and swept of tears,

Without content to loss.

She will give me

All those felled trees,

As I cling to see

Her sacred beauty.

One throat and one grain

Of dust and hope

The gift to hold pain

Of one I grope.

I lie awakened

To see all taken

From my eyes

Without cries.

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