The Dogma of Love
Love is like a flower.
It blooms in the spring of its existence.
But as the summer fades, so does its color.
The winter moon watches over the barren stem
Until the sun can shine upon the blossom once again.
Rockman
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2013
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