A Night Rose
whispers of roses reap and reflect,
on your betrayal and your neglect,
shining clear as the moon beams trickle,
across the ocean they give it a tickle,
and then they touch you,
and your beauty pours out,
colors come to your being and you scream you shout you let all of it out,
and open up with fumes of life,
that's when the roses petal see's the night
Copyright © Ethan Plummer | Year Posted 2011
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