There are roses in altars glass domes,
there slides lightly, lovely and clear fiancée,
and an angel goes out in white perfumes
– sweat of roses, foggy, vague,
roses closed in a white coffin.
Sunday, 18 May 2008
Invisible Rose
Posted by HSSoares at 17:07
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