Misunderstood Rose

I can feel you far away,
Your hesitation matching mine,
Sadness left as residue of uncompromising love.
Betwenn the blind seeking
The adoration of bright doorways,
And sweet melodic voices
Dispersed by the wind, arrested in the park.
I can feel you far away,
With your Earth blue eyes,
Cathing the waves of unknown oceans,
not born,
Harvesting the seeds of torn lullabies, in disguise.
Your grief matching mine,
Touching glasses toasting the totality of all time
When lovers fought behind the lines of red wine
Pouring from the gashes left behind by the sweet petals
Of a misunderstood rose.

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