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Marechal Neil BlueUnder the azure waves of a pure-crested sky, her hand turned a Blue Rose over and over, in taut circles. She could see his smile as he handed the Rose to her. "Ah," he said, "This means I am yours--heart and soul." He had taken the thorns from its slender stem, so the Rose felt smooth to the touch. Her Blue Rose ...(marechal neil) so blue and warm speaking to her of: his sure intentions. She would fly her heart into another Rose of blue and hand one back to him declaring, "I will be true." Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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