Passion rises from the East

To dress the dawn in a shroud of gold.

She blushes in a monochromatic sky

Contrasting the hues of blue above her eyes.

“Hold my hand,” he asks, “with your warm rays?”

She responds, “By dusk and dove’s flight bring a red rose into the West Garden.”

“Surely, I cannot send you just one,” he explains, “but fields of flowers to adorn your Radiant red hair. Legions of doves will awaken the day to bring a gay glimpse of your passion.”


Chester Delagneau

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