A dozen roses
Red in the center,
White all over.
Angelic snow
Lies restfully
On the fertility greens.
Alas!
The savior has returned!
Alas!
The broken body healed!
Gone!
The evil in our love!
A dozen roses
Red is me,
Survived the dead.
Angelic love
Stood patiently
Awaited for my recovery.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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