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a garden of crystal
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Hyacinth garden
eyes on her face lit,
to the sight there
a long-stemmed red rose
it is just there alone on her pillow…
enough to tantalize
with color and fragrance
long and lovely,
soft and satiny…
the bouquet murmurs to her
hear her sigh
It is just ….
offered so softly…
too wistfully,
the source of a daydream
until a sparkling silvery trail of tears
play against her cheeks…
they run from each eye and back,
like a rumor in a garden of crystal,
eyes burning like candles
like all lights within the view of infidelity…
without any possible hope of love, it is just another aphrodisiac…
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