A rose has opened
out of season
it’s your favorite kind
you said
Oh the fragrance of your flower
sings me lullabies
A piece of peace has come
by coming
under you

A rose has opened
out of season
it’s your favorite kind
you said
Oh the fragrance of your flower
sings me lullabies
A piece of peace has come
by coming
under you
I sucked the dew out of one of those roses. The taste was almost as sweet as these words.
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