Eve Poem by Brian Taylor

Eve



She offered me a White Rose
in a sparkling blue glass Poison Bottle
and talked of battling armies.

Later she said,

“The white rose from the heart
got mixed up with the white flag of truce.”

Saturday, July 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
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