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| Rose Storm by � chibilunacat In the background is the sound of bells Ringing loud and sweet We become swept up in rose petals Whirlwinding up from beneath our feet. We shall dance in the storm of petals Soft and silky to the touch Laughing in pure merriment of bliss Treasuring the moments as grateful and such. The petals are twirling inside this place Much like being inside a snow dome Someone is shaking things, watching it swirl As we dance farther on, inside our glass home. The petals of roses, red and deep black Fall around our pale bodies like snowflakes, A controlled little storm causing no harm Just a falling of beauty whenever the dome shakes. Delighted we sing, along with the bells Holding each others hands in our own Twirling up high, with the soft flurry of petals, Awakened from slumber by ringing of phone. Terra Mae 5/11/2002 |