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And in those days he gave me
A blue rose
I did not know it’s meaning
And I held it in my hand
His eyes were deep and begged me
Silent still to understand
A castle is a cold place
A blue rose
You cannot warm a hearth
So vast and made of stone
There is no way for love
To climb upon the throne
And war’s a bloody master
A blue rose
In savagery we will yet see
The flower’s deadly form
And love’s impossibility
At widow’s dawn
(c). Helen Valentina 2020
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One could almost feel the chill. Well done, Helen.
Thanks John! 🙂
Well done!
Thanks so much Mark! 🙂
Wow!!
Thanks! 🙂