Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Masked Comfort

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You're my bed of roses;
Red, the ambassador of danger
Yet I'm beguiled by you
My mind replays you all day

Awaiting the sun's exit from the sky
So I can seek comfort in you
I think of leaping into the petals
Their softness, caressing my skin
While I smile, relaxed and unexpecting
Forgetting the warning in the red
That there are thorns too
And there is pain




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