Burgundy Rose
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Barry Middleton
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beyond the reddest rose
lies passion
none deeper than
the burgundy of roses
fall colors grieve
for the spring
the burgundy rose waits
a tender touch
a gentle kiss
to stir her sleeping lips
I sought the rarest rose
of burgundy perfection
in seasons laced with grief
elusive as the goddess
I sought but love withheld
the ultimate in roses
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