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Blush Of The Winter Rose (Other) by kassanna

He came in the winter of my soul When my heart lie silent and still When the beauty of youthful summers had passed And life's hand held me clenched in it's bitter chill Many seasons my spirit lie dormant and frozen Awaiting the warmth only love could bring And then he arrived on the winds of fate Destiny brought forth her burst of Spring His gentleness fell like a fine dewy mist And bathed me in laughter,his words how they nourished And like a young seedling tended with care Resurrected again, I stregnthened and flourished Then when my petals regained vibrant blush He stood back and smiled, and heaved a deep sigh For the season of planting had come to it's end It was time for my gardner to bid his goodbye Oh how I miss this gardner of love Perhaps one day he shall see how I've grown I'm strong and thriving though winter's at hand Sustained on memories of love once shown Poetry by Kassanna copyright:2001 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------

BleedingRose 27-May-03/6:39 PM
Wow, you sound like a senile old English professor. Yet in your other posts you have the rantings of a hormone imbalanced porn king wanna-be with an inferiority complex. To answer you're response, I say your love is false. Using plastic posies as a symbol of love would be as using a woman's breasts to symbolize sex. As for my writings, I do not intend to be as good or better than any other writer, I merely convey my feelings in a way presentable to others. So I will continue to use the rose as my symbol of love and passion, and you can skip my writings if so you wish.




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