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The Rose Bush Mirage
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The Rose Bush Mirage |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever 
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The Rose Bush Mirage The cavalry charges into this green and red frey, My, soul, my mind, they are slipping away, Fading ever still, I have nothing to say, Nobody understands me, anyway, I must now piece together these ironys of existence, These sentinels standing ground, at the dawn of experience, These rose petals drifting on the soft blue air, The sweet gentle tang of the fruit this bears, Amid this verse, my mind has changed, 'Tis futility to understand a world so strange, God forbid the fruit to go sour, Before we regress to our eleventh hour, I gallop through this desert on my steed of words, Alone, so alone, alone is the word, With these last lines, I renew my quest, Picking these rose petals, nonetheless. |
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MyPenNameIsSam Member
since 2000-03-06
Posts 94usa |
Beautiful again, Eagle.  I love your style and the flow of your poems...-molly aka sam "One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time." -Andre Gide |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Ditto to the reply above! Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians Native American prayer |
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