A Poem For a Rose ii
delightful in the glow
of summer's light.
Snow or wind cannot harm you,
nor the claws of the old greybird
sharp spine curved
within the crystal liquid,
Your scent enough to lovers,
or maybe the green of the quiet
or maybe the nose of the old greybird;
whose claws or break cannot sting.
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