Crowned in roses?
the thorns and roses of every mornthe prick, the petals in every dawn
the rocks, the rivers that end in you
and seeded within the thoughts i drew
i found a bay where thunders whisper
where safety lies 'pon cat's whisker
sheltered by the thorns, the rose
in words unspoken, the rhyme, the prose
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-03-20 at 22:19
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