I Was Beautiful
I was beautiful
A rose in bloom, a field mouse
Climbed my stem and fell asleep in the centre
To inhale and sleep in my fragrance.
The rave had no sense of beauty, I was a lure
The struggle was short.
Self-indulgent, I kissed the sun
Nothing untoward had happened
Summers are so short
To be a political revolutionary.
The Rose Revolution in Portugal ended too
And we got social-democracy
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2022
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