THE THORNS OF A ROSE (2003)
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The restless doors
Close
In spring
On a budding rose
That echoes
The cry
Of the lonely hunter
Passing by
Still the river flows
But dark and quiet
And not quite
As it was
In summer
A brook
Gay and sprite
A frothy white
And knew not
The woes
That comes of carrying
The thorns
of a Rose.
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