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The Withered Rose
By [9jlriexqk,ktpk]

This garden that I see
With its splendour and beauty
Calls out to me
In foreign tongues of secrecy

Entice’s a weak mind to gape
If a rose you pluck
Then beware
With coiled snake roots

They come for you
With golden shoots
They bound and tether
The hapless spectator, sever

From maiden flowers of exquisite binds
Bewitching the eye
So beware! That rose plucked
Will wither and die

Intoxicating, while you lie
On fields of poppies
Enslaving fools
Upon carpets of jewels

Mirrored reflections of the sky
Drowning out thought
That all things must die here
Time suspends for an eternity

In this garden of peace and serenity

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