My Dusty December Rose
Bloomed on a winters day
So out of season
So timely
Forbidden Denying Surviving
Fragile
Your crushed fragrance
Carried to me in spite winters winds
How could this be
My lonely heart inquired of the darkness
Then
Comforting
A klidescope of light
Tender hues of Dusty Rose
Pierced the darkness
Laying bear the secrets of my soul
So right
So wrong
My love
My Dusty December Rose
Yet
On a winters day
So out of season
Yet so timely
Forbidden Denying Surviving
My love My love
My Dusty December Rose
Anyway
Reason for writing:
So True
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