0016 Christmas Rose - A Spell
M Michael Shepherd
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Blown rose, wild, white,
thrown by snowflaked winter wind;
summer’s tender scent, intense,
dispersed; no mercy; beauty, blind…
perfect petals torn by scorn,
where will weather cast your care?
soon there, new year’s bud be born;
pray the maid's rose bless the year
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