a rose blooms above my pillow | 1 |
the petals in spiral in an imperfection | 2 |
that can only be described | 3 |
as lovely | 4 |
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braiding down the bedside | 5 |
vines await to take hold; | 6 |
are they protecting or threatening | 7 |
this sanctuary? | 8 |
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between the rose and vines | 9 |
a silver glow slips across the sheets | 10 |
and i am bathed in that light still | 11 |
of innocence | 12 |