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And, to God I pray, that this time
It will be over just a bit sooner
With my hands scratched and pierced
By all the thorns inside the garden
That I tended to, I bleed as red
As the petals adorning the stems at the top
Tied in a pristine knot
Full of a powdery, gentle aroma
It makes my head go round & round
And now I stand over it
With blood trickling down my fingers
Onto the soil
"Was it really worth it?"
For a lifetime, an entire millenia,
I took care of them
I can't expect anything back
That's what the loveless do,
After all
The flowers are in season
Scarlet reds and pretty pinks
There's the lovely salmon color
Here's a rose that's painted gold
Like a little forest
Inside my heart, they've bloomed
My very own orchestra
Of colors and hues and values
Transcending time
At last,
I hope this bed I've made swallows me
What a pleasant place to rest
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