Pink Roses
Pink roses bloom
on the brightest day
and indulge in lambent light
as the sun shines down
from the bright heavens above
in a jubilation of rays
as I count the days
in rhapsody of the spring
I anticipate the coming hours
when Soul shall be above
and pink roses shall bloom
from our chests, slightly to the left
in a bosom way, we are intangled
forever to be in conjunction
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