The Garden of the Black Rose: Poetry: David Person: Summer Rose

A summer rose
In midnight air
Far be to look into the eyes of summer rain
To know for a moment
On this high plain
Where eternity knows no bonds
The beat of summer gale
Silently strong, standing there
Patient to the wind
Bending
With the sway of the meadow
To remain
A summer rose.

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