It’s all about the rose,

growing in 7-years,

maturing,

stabbing with hidden swords

filling the garden with  sweet scent

gliding on the stone path,

a stony path indeed.

The rose is wild,

a warden in the garden,

And if they’re domesticated

they fall,

it’s freedom

that brings life

even thorns need

space to stab.

 

12 Oct 08

dlb

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