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Is It Poetry

(1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

....... When, Lilly Kisses Rose


When lilly kisses rose
and lilly I did know
and trees I thought
grew very deep
and lived
within the forest.

And green
the hay is sweet
and brown
dry moss cries
why.

And lillies white
remind the sky
blue cotton
clouds they swirl.

There grew the two.
so dear
most thought.

Short breath
two centered
scents.

And how
before
them both
I stood
once near
their hearts
too far.

And when
I know
how
roses grow
and pressed
so hard
was I.

And cups
of milk
I loaned to
them
cinnamon
and spice.

Sugar sweets
they made
from them
and
now to know
both why.

While
lilly bridged
sweet roses
bank as
water rushes
by.

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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