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rose petals lie soft
atop the cedar chips
casting no aspersions
on my memory of youth
they belie not their
sharp thorned hostess
as those in our lives
with empty laden promises
but they draw us near
as the insects to nectar
to plant seeds of life
as an unplanned gesture
life is never black & white
nor is my spiritual quest
like a rose in its’ guise
a journey of countless steps
© September 2013
Renee Espriu
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