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A rose lies here

In thy hand

still moist

With dew

Glistening

Ah...

Sweet beauty

How fragile art thee

How weak art thee

And yet...

The blood still

Falleth freely

From ye thorns

From which

I hath been pricked...



I hope to be like thee

To die

And leave thy mark

In someone's mind

Now...

I shall sharpen thy thorns.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I BELIEVE I was going for the whole 'Shakespeare' Thing... But I don't know. It was written a long time ago. I kind of like it... Kind of.. 2002

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©18 July 2006 - 11:02am — foxgloves
19 July 2006 - 9:03am — forgeteden
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I like it too. It's short, but good. And I like the 16th century olde english :D

19 July 2006 - 9:02am — forgeteden
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I like it too. It's short, but good. And I like the 16th century olde english :D