Treasure Island

Micron


Poems of Micron

221. which path? 6/26/2009
222. Whisper 2/15/2009
223. Who am I? 11/24/2008
224. Who cares? 11/29/2008
225. why alone? 6/25/2009
226. Why am i here 3/26/2009
227. why or why 10/31/2009
228. Wise owl 4/24/2009
229. Wish I could have done better 4/6/2009
230. Wolf in sheep’s clothing 1/27/2009
231. Work 2/26/2009
232. Work - the cycle 2/26/2009
233. work - Im a mug 3/3/2009
234. work - im a workaholic 2/26/2009
235. You were.... 12/7/2009
236. you're sick 2/26/2009

Magical Red Rose

I speak of our magical red rose
The famous flower everyone knows
With her vicious nasty spiky stem
She sits aloft there, natures gem
The flower is oh so gentle to you and me
For balance her thorns show life’s cruelty
She sways in the breeze in all her splendor
Her delicate, vivacious petals are so tender
Her feather light petal lips red as blood

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