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Poetry

The Prince

He stood by the river, in pale moonlight; Gazing ahead, into the woods, shadowed by the night. Unaware, of everything, everything but the rose; That grew silently, each petal striking an elegant pose. Was it a puzzle? Was it a clue? Or was it, finally, a dream coming true? So rich in red, what could it mean? Unanswered till…. The moon revealed his queen. Continue reading The Prince

spertlongmanukblogJanuary 24, 2019January 26, 20194 Comments
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