The Roses In the Crumble
I had run out of all the chocolate
Felt bore and wanted a pomegranate
Looked for in the fridge but didn't get
Further darkened the gray climate
Went out just for a little fresh air
Met the swinging braid of hair
A lot of stories woven there
The merrily moving black mare
I met her after a long time
A creeper in the swift climb
Ding-a-ling sounds of the wind chime
Though a little past her prime
Love sees neither season nor clime
In new blossoms shines the time
Sweeter tastes the mulled wine
The passion makes the blue sunshine
The tapped doors first hesitate
Once overcome opens the floodgate
Tall arose the purple spate
Time held in a churning wait
Both needed to unbridle
The pent up cascades a little
A lot of roses in the crumble
The moon arose from the parting cuddle
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February 22, 2018
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