The final red rose.
Cool gossamer whispering Summer soft windsThough the Winter approaches still speak to my soul,While there are still green secrets in Autumns dry goldI am bound by a promise that keeps my faith...
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"Into the chaos of where when and whyThat pervades every reason of rhythmic refrainThat flow strongly whether life is a river or streamOr even a child that is lost in the rain… "Keith,"Into the chaos...
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Hi Keith Poignant with a beautiful, melancholy lyricism that haunts the reader. Especially these lines Though the Winter approaches still speak to my soul, While there are still green secrets in...
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