Monday, September 21, 2020

Mountain Rose



Drop a call, leave a voicemail

Send a message in a bottle

A neatly wrapped package

That's found perfectly dressed

They said follow your path

Thus, I'm taking the steps


Three lifelines discovered in twists, turns, bends

I hit lines not to quit, I'm found phoning a friend

Its nonsense, its toxic, its beginning to end

Its a smile silently spreading, cheek to the chin


To encompass the Earth with an intricate verse

Revitalizing the nerves, and reviving the urge 

As to find myself living, from the head to the heart

Between latest of fashions, and the lost styles of art


Roads, reels, and roses

Threats and composures

Sun shines the brightest off the crest of the ocean

It gleams from the mountains, and it baffles the night

Blooming both flowers and our offspring alike

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