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Kaelynn Jensen Poem
Grey stone mountains
Plastered against the sky
Eagle's cry cracks the sun
Daylight drips from grey
Mosaics of flaming color
Aspens and oaks in meadows
Grey rainbows of granite
Brush strokes down the slope
Towering pines, oh evergreen
Stained gold with dying light
The cool of each shadow
Takes a bow to wispy clouds
A bluebird calls a sweet tune
The heavens are colored pastel
The sun dips in blue mountains
Another fall is swept away
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Drenched upon the battle field
Under silver weapons wield
Misdirection her only shield
The wildest of roses grew
Upon the blush of her pretty head
Stained with what men had bled
White petals puckered in brilliant red
The Whitest wild rose glimpsed hell
When the battle scene lie deaf
And not a soul to love was left
Moonlight filled the tears she wept
And the Rose pitied the man
Winter came, life kissed death
With the sweep of a snowy breath
Pale hands of the woman Macbeth
Washed White to red to grey
Well summer come and summer go
No eye that lays upon her knows
Her blushing color is to show
How red is to remember
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In the summer brilliance
A rose grew red and strong
She was told to be the meek one
She blossomed every dawn
Every morn at waking time
The girls would be by her bloom
She bowed her head to the wind
The praise, smiles and swoons
But when the gold sunk away
The dewy tears ran down her face
She wondered if they valued her
As she looked upon the Specks in space
She was loveliness up above
But did they see down below
Darkness seeped into leaves
And twisted spines began to grow
Days and days swept by and by
Sunshine spilled over her wilting part
Even the breeze became unkind
And lower sank her ruby heart
When the sunlight rises early
They all sing of her brilliant head
But this morrow, sweet tomorrow
All but the thorns are dead
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She leaned into the lips of death
And took bread from his table
She walked hand in hand with him
Until she fell unable
She was soft and gentle 'nough
What a flower bright was she
Girl who turned away the night
So the day was loved by he
Winter came, by and by
Bleached meth upon the ground
He saw her dance in frozen lace
Poor devil swooned as she went 'round
He played for her a fiddle's string
This gold-crown woman held 'im
To her a fiend with the whitest of wings
For him a damned spirit's salvation
Though the Demon was kind, tender
And gave love long and often
The king of death's ebony touch
Built for her an ivory coffin
So if you fear the devil dear
I beg you, pity him
For he has cried so many tears
He lives inside the ocean
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