A Green Rose I Send To Thee
A green rose I send to thee
on the wings of a bird set free.
With it comes my deepest desires,
that burn in the midnight moon on radiant fires.
Your secret mole, hidden from the public eye
flashes in my memory, dancing on ambers as if suspended on wires.
My drunken leprechaun, you intoxicate me with your lies.
You only want to amuse yourself while I take a green wee.
by
Martin Braun
3/16/2020
Copyright © Martin Braun | Year Posted 2020
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