

RoseRoseRose
Rose, in a garden
suspended in time,
freshly cold and glossy
with juicy dew;
each petal a question
the romance, blood fibers woven into satin gracing the bed of a young royal caterpillar; mirror-drops of misty mornings
exhaling crimson winks and eye-flutters, the flower head droops slightly with sleep and rests in an emerald twist of bush; each red flamenco pleat
vacant for a thumb-sized doll to rest, petals curving pleasantly like eyebrows.
crimson lips fall open
with a whispered invitation recalling the stum


Autumn BurnsAutumn BurnsAutumn Burns
One leaf accepts the hand of the wind and turns.
Their dance sets the branch on fire.
And autumn burns.
The birch-woman learns that her tree name sounds brittle and thin, like candied bone. And autumn burns.
The old wind is growing a beard of ice. He prepares for an ancient war. And autumn burns.
A wolf looks into the eyes of a man
with a body of meat and a predators core.
And autumn burns.
The daughter dances, arms outstretched like a crucifix in a field, as flames play with her skirt.
And au
I am so honored
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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~"Blind faith is an ironic gift to return to the Creator of human intelligence."~
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Open the borders, burn the flags, lose the faith!
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THIS COMMENT IS ON NOTICE
I'm not pushing you away. I'm pulling me toward myself.
I wasn't pushing you away. I was pulling me toward myself.
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*Fujifilm-Club
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E.B. Keane-Farrell
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Drink cactus juice! It'll quench ya!
Nothing's quenchier!
It's the quenchiest!
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