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[bodytext] => Blood red you shed Your dark blue pollen Into the late afternoon breeze You have anchored your roots Around many a sleeping man’s bones Lest we forget. ‘Tis a terrible curse Mankind has set upon you For as I sit here in the overgrown garden, Purple ghosts filtering through the willow boughs From the somber cumulus, It comes to me that your simple beauty Has been undermined By Man’s obsession Man’s tragedy. Though I feel tired Rust riddled, weary, I shall leave this walled garden With only your beauty in mind Your blood red luminescence. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 64 [informant] => sebgreen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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