You bleed yourself to unfold the magic of your musk
And robe yourself in the colors of your blood.
Your heart is a whorl of light that darkness cannot touch;
for the largess of your fumes are your arms
that caress darkness with compassion.
You teach that beauty can be found among thorns.
Please tell me what you think
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nice write
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good
Hey Manoguru!
Did I inspire you to write this with my silly poem about roses that you commented on a few days ago?? I am flattered if this is so!
I think roses are great because I am a country sort of person and a gardener ( roses I like.... but not quite as much as herbs - and I like the more unusual herbs, for our country, from Asia and the Mediterranean countries when I am able to get them to grow here! lol!!)
I have always wanted to be one of those people who can look at a Rose and tell you it's name in latin and exactly from which part of the world it first originated! But alas I haven't got the time to develop my knowledge of these things!!!
Have a good evening friend.
A S

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well, yes indeed. it was only after reading your poem on roses, that i got the impetus to write this
thank you for giving me that push!!
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