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Red RoseSo Alive… The red flower opens Like it's never seen the light of day. Its petals are opening as if on fast forward. This rose and its velvet lips have been closed For far too long. The healing always comes at the Perfect time, Never my time. I didn't realize my prison Until I was freed from it. Open. Open. Open. I can feel the sunlight And warmth again. The fragrance is powerful And the breeze and breath Of my beloved carries me To my lover. Hold the flower, The crimson petals To her lips. Have her smile Inhale the red rose And think fondly Of what is to come. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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