In this garden of blooming darkness,
I have harvested a rose.
On her petals of beautiful sorrows,
I shall cast to death my woes.
She shall give me happiness filled morrows,
oh ye lovely rose of sorrows.
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
