Dew of a rose
I kiss the dew of a rose
with trembling
my view is raising
is walking above
a landscape from silk
my hands follow them
little burgeous are springing up
the thorn don’t pierce
skin greedy drinking skin
breathing tenderness
let me kiss the dew
of you my rose
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Petra Ewering.
Published on e-Stories.org on 10/31/2008.
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