The Rose's Illusion
In a dark forest I spied two lovers,
Melding into the heat of their love,
Their Motions slowly sliding towards the axis
Motions which became more like an art,
An art which the forest kept on covering in shades of black,
And shades of black which now turned into a crimson pink in the moment of unison,
To unravel a sleeping rose, which sweetly opened its self to me in the darkness of a jealous
forest.
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