Call me rose,

And I will answer.

Stop and smell,

For I see to the senses.

Do not fear

For the thorns which stem from me.

I am only trying

To make the point, a remembrance

Of the sacred head,

Wounded, bled red, like petals

That fall.


Fall on me O Rose.

Cover me as a blanket

And I shall be warm.

Thanks for your time and thoughts.

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