Rosa des Fleurs Poems

They no longer come to play
The broken doll sits in the corner
her eyes have lost their sparkle
her hair has become dull
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The dark quiet stabbed again into my dreams
alone I remembered you
the pain of love tears at me
Cupids arrow has turned into a cross bow spliting me
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The dark quiet stabbed again into my dreams
alone I remembered you
the pain of love tears at me
Cupids arrow has turned into a cross bow spliting me
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Locked out
Drops of heavy rain pour down on me
Wet, warm hard bullets of water cover my naked body
My heart sweats from the pain of racing
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I remember the hands
of the drawing by DaVinci of the woman lovingly holding the baby Jesus,
of the David holding the sling to slay Goliath,
beautiful hands.
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