Thinking Man Velour Roses Poem by Jeremy Fadollone

Thinking Man Velour Roses



In your Zone I freely roam with heaven above and whispers below, the sweet nothings of thorns and thistles calling me home again, against soft petals velour roses in full bloom swollen rain drops splashing colors dizzily upon my brow. Rested I am, Atlas perhaps A bronze sculptured Thinking Man, alas maybe yet still A Willow Tree who weeps nevermore.

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Roses in full bloom and A thinking man.
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