Reach me a rose
With the formless grace
Of olfactory sunlight
Reach me a rose
Heaped with blooms
Spread like wings
In this valley of ashes
Reach me a rose
Filled with faces dead and
Gone Filled with friends
Gone now and forever
Reach me a rose
Explained by the ferocious
Delicacy and single-mindedness
Of the man I want to be.
~D.L. Piscoya
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