Blue Rose
The Blue Rose
secretly grows
upon a Hill of Heathers
where?
seldom do know
Songs speak of its
existence
but few have lived to see
its rich blood blue petals
smells of sweet ginger and honey
The legend has it
the blue rose can cure
a thousand different ailments
although, I am not
sure
My Grandmother told me
if you eat three petals
before you sleep
the disease which
infects, out of you
it will seep
Not many have heard
the powers of the
blue rose
for it secretly grows
where seldom
do know
Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010
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