The Rose
The scarlet RoseWaiting silently in velvet green
to mark such a gentle twist
to a tortured day
and I say to myself
I wish it weren't roses
but more of your time
you should give away
the cool evening breezes
reach out to touch
with the gentle kiss
of the quiet spring
and I am waiting
In the stillness of silence
to see what this night will bring...
-Spider
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