Victoria Rose Biography

called on by a quiet shore,
a calm, and lucid, lonely shore,
not in a dream-she's wide awake-
but by a voice through whistling wind,
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i raced through a thousand gardens
picking out the weeds
catching all the falling leaves
making strides through grass and trees
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far from the ground,
a sun faced sea shines on me.
no trouble i see - but a sail with no wind
to catch no worry in the air.
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all but one lonely soul
hangs from limbs of tired trees
in a dense forests of hearts,
and endless flow of blood through leaves.
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