The Lucid's Rose
The stars sparkled
as well
The clouds thickness
disappeared
The darkness remains
the same
Out from a field of
thorns and bushes
From a dark meadow
of green and desire
A rose bloomed of
nothing at all
Bearing
consternation to its core
Howling and blowing,
high and low
An object to seek a
mighty glow
Something glistens
and was never flawed
Buried in the deep,
to rise after all
The eyes were shut
to continue to see
The beating like a
drum, a barrage to the lea
The eyes were open
to continue to feel
A stroke of
bristles, a message to perceive
The Lucid's Rose
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