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By B.K. Date: 2002 Nov 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.04.21.07.17025]] |
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Long stemmed Tightly wrapped She looks a little worn Around the edges Her color Razor sharp coral The depths of her beauty If you can get past her thorns Is legendary The smell of this lovely Beyond compare The silk of her petals Dries to the finest potpourri She disappears in winter She wants to be alone But she'll be back To make you fall for The wonder of life and love And the beauty The sensuality Of Mother Nature's call bk |