Pink Rose
Silked and velvet linings, sweet and sweated dew,
of pink lining coating pettals flattery in mist of dew.
Blooming of this rosie blossom, uplifting head in sky,
wondering and drifting- water of mist splatters, she cries.
Alone in the mire, befriended with her stones and pot,
and wind be thrashing- roaring hit her velvet in one shot.
Flattery flower! Flushed of pink desires,
perished, alas, alone in the wetted mire.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2007
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