Roses For PD
A journey southbound
There lives a Queen,not yet crowned
Knock on the door to her poetry Kingdom
Her servant leads me into this paradise of wisdom
This is where she rules
A warm and cozy place with dim lights
I ask with a voice of a fool`s:
"Will You except these roses,me dear Queen..?!?"
"..coz you are the nicest,wisest and best looking Queen I`ve ever seen! "
So here they are,my bouquet of red roses
She is pounded these days,red rose overdoses
My intuition tells me she likes it though
She is ready to be taken over to the Castle of Bordoux
February 12th 2012
* repost of the poem "Roses For PD" Hope you enjoy it:)