BLOOD ON MY ROSES

reality is not only the place where you will find love, dreams are much better places

Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may

And may be your coral is much more red 

And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay

The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed

Past her garden where this asphalt flowers have grown

Witnessing a rose dodging the coolness of peppermint wind

Where the Fragrance of your body seemed hiding alone

Behind the scent of shadows where your sidewalk ends

If you were not a bread of fragrant moon

I would purloin you to my garden of dreams

There you would ramble so deep into a swoon

Through the gentle moments where hopes grow with spring

After the dream when all of my false compare

Perorated with your blood on my red roses everywhere

Author's Note

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