The evening sky a pale rose <br />ripening into deep claret <br />pouring across the horizon <br /> <br />As the horizon deepens <br />burgundy velvet <br />caresses your skin <br />as pale rose scent <br />fills an empty room <br /> <br />Lovliness does not hide <br />stides forth, brazen <br />with song, with answers <br />from lands unknown <br /> <br />Once Pangea <br />why division <br />winds bear petals <br />across this ocean <br /> <br />The rose knows <br />a home<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-60/
