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The Red Rose Declines
The red rose declines
as sunsets fade in time
The distance spreads before me
On a twilight summer eve.
Days of the sweetest bliss
Symphonies of a kiss
Still lingers in my soul
I never had a love like that before.
It was like emerald skies
With silvers moons
The mystery of the quiet still
And soft melodic tunes.
Shards of glass scattered
Across the beautiful expanse
Her love master, romance
Moments that truly mattered.
Flaming sun chariots
Falls in her eyes
Cast the dye
Sweet child of Arias.
Visions of slanted monsoons
and the scent of her perfume
blowing on an aromatic breeze
across blue jeweled streams.
Still, the red rose declines
cruel the fate of time
and love is fleeting
stealing one last evening.
Copyright ©
Phillip Knox
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