Dying in bloody
Moons
And

Autumn…

Ushered in by the
Moons wane

…will the
Roses begin
To die
Too? ….

I am
A rose

You know?

Not the typical kind…

But one that forever blooms
In every season
Through different
Buds on thorn
Covered stems
In a spectrum
Of colors
The leaves
Light the landscape
Up in blaze

And in that
Fire you’ll
Find
The
Eternal
Rose.

A color
Of,
Everything.

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