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The Rebirth of Beauty

A rose peals amidst a gloomy fog. The fall of rosy red peddles guided down streams of tears, dyed red with blood. Separated peddles wish to amalgamate again. A naked stem full of thorns, beneath the moons loom. A rose once crowned with a red flourishing bulb of pulchritude. Lugubrious peddles blown in the fierce balmy winds. Staining the air with vibrant red notes of sadness. Spread abroad this torn beauty, drifting in the balmy winds. The arid autumn leaves becalm the rose peddles and says, true beauty is the rebirth of beauty lost

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/24/2012 12:06:00 PM
Wonderful and deep...Elliott, Keep up the great work my P.S. friend! xoxo - Laila ;0)
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Date: 4/24/2012 11:11:00 AM
"true beauty is the rebirth of beauty lost" So true Elliott, TS, Smile! True beauty reborne means it's persona has suffered trials of life, and chosen to remain in the truth of value, not being of it'self but of it's beginning precept. Agape, Moses
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Date: 4/24/2012 11:10:00 AM
your poem is very deep and dark and quite beautiful, elliot, I loved it.
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Date: 4/24/2012 4:50:00 AM
Beautifull words in this poem, Elliott!!! - Well done. - Have a lovely day. - oxox Anne-Lise
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