Wild Rose
She was a wild rose: Beautiful and soft And yet also strong Enough to thrive Where no other grows, Blooms aloft On branches that long To cy out "I'm alive, Beautiful and free And that is the only way to be" Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Wild Rose
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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.
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