By Harem
Date: 29 March 2001
~ Not a Rose This Time ~
Not a rose this time.
There are no thorns.
No brilliant colors.
Only muted tones.
Unnoticeable amongst the reeds
As I strolled slowly into the lagoon
Almost crushing it under foot
Calling out to me with its soft petals
Just a barely noticeable hue
of pale powder lonely blue
Unnoticed flower of spring
Fading beneath a silent moon.
No sweet smell of nectar to call the bees
No dazzle to enchant curious butterflies
Just hidden mongst the reeds
Of the tranquil warm lagoon.
Singing my low mellow tinkerbell song
The stalk appears to grow stronger, upward
Enchanted with my voice, my breath
Blowing gently, softly near
Pushing the reeds aside
So I may get a better look.
Peering deeply with sea green pools
Quenching his yearning thirst
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