I wished for you a sugared almond vision;
wedding mints in pastel green and blue
and pink and yellow on occasion, too;
lime sherbet floating in the cut glass bowl,
the dress of moonlight the orange blossomed Soul
in serene days and nights.
but everything is war-torn that I made
except for the roses.
except for certain roses...
especially the human heart..
especially the human heart.
mary angela douglas 21 september 2013; rev.22 september 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: God
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