Gin
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Effects of my mind wear thin
Finding myself about to doze
I ponder a moment about the rose
The thought brings about me a grin
As my eyes wink because of my gin.
June 29, 2020 - Andy McRae
Pink Rose
In the light of a harsh sun filled day
A lone bloom, a pink rose, reaches for the sky
Curling down a petal, a single drop, a cry
A pink rose, a lone bloom fenced in, to keep at bay
All gloom and doom of a world outside the array
Yet the drop is not curling down the petal
For simple gloom and doom so removed
A pink rose, a lone bloom, seclusion proved
To be a sword hilt ringed with a thorny metal
Effective for sure, but an unhandleable devil
Gated on all sides, an island at sea
A lone bloom, kept from the doom
A pink rose, alone from all the gloom
Kept alone from all the horizons that it can see
Why, little pink rose, a drop is curling down thee.
July 6, 2020 - Andy McRae
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