Mystic Rose Tribute
Mystic Rose Tribute
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There is a land not far from here
beneath a mystic moon.
A woman outshines all the stars
born of a mystic womb.
The princess of all mystics
resides there on that earth.
Where saint's and angels gather
in remembrance of her birth.
Her heart once broken badly,
no comfort could one give her.
Tears fell from her gentle eyes
became the mystic river.
Tears that fell watered the ground
the earth and trees and such.
That whole world had flourished
at the princess mystics touch.
Broken hearts were mended,
answers came that people seek.
Hope and love inspired
by the words that she would speak.
Reaching out to other worlds
in the quiet of the night.
Teardrops stained the paper
with the poetry she'd write.
Keeping to the shadows
be there only few that knows.
The princess of the mystics
has become the Mystic Rose.
Edwin C Hofert
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