roses shades

when rose a dew it does not speak

for forever more it does not sleep

when a rose a dew it is a plenty

for whether a dime it is,

or a penny

Rose shall cant sleep or its own tongue

will run it dry for a course of fun

shall it dry we will know

of a cry or its window

it is a time

of rest and rejuvenation secrets

actions in vain whether you show or discrete as taste

when you show the torn forever wind

it gives a more colorfully wonderful skin

where we fall it is not where we stand

but where we stand can be where we can

forever worn an ageing sun,

wherever the race can be flung

if its wherever to yourself

race to another cage for yourself

always suffering never peace

but choice is a freedom often speech

misplace your life and your happiness too

where it all can get away from you

forever more can we speak

to many a place from weakness creak

actions wander from where you seek

magician