Who Owns the Wild Rose
Who owns the wild rose?
The spring rain calls her up,
to seduce the common air.
Those with the pure of heart,
unafraid to bare their soul.
Riding the desert wind,
across the sands of time.
To receive their reward,
of a great inheritance.
A bright blue paradise,
in a lonely black sea!
1/30/2021
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