Rose Parade
. The flames
. . inside
. . . cold blue
. . you made,
. Watch a wilting
. . rose parade
. . . Drowning roses
. . losing color,
. Beauty, all,
. . will kill another,
. . . Killed by
. . crashing blue
. cascade
. . Burning hatred;
. . . frozen blue
. . Searching for a
. golden hue
. . Where's the
. . . sunlight
. . casting light
. On rose parades,
. . clear cascades,
. . . and all the life
. . we thought
. we knew?
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2011
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