Tuesday, November 10, 2009

SPRING AND SUMMER

Oh the blood-red rose is trembling,
Trembling in the palm that broke the branch,
And the heart-red gash is throbbing,
Throbbing in the flesh these thorns have rent.

Spring is gone, and summer’s come,
And all seems right within—
But who knows what is right
When all is wrong within?

This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 8:07 PM
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