I can hear a rose

I can hear a rose cry

It's Time to go

I was able to get through

I'm sure I'm happy now

 

I was in a fog

The Sun hid behind a tree

The east consumes the Sky

Yet darkness disappears

 

The Night of taking time

Blanketed by a quilt of

Bright colors and Madness

Make me alive

This poem is about: 
Me

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