Saturday, February 4, 2012

Under The Crescent Moon

Crimson stars in deep hue night.
Parrot lip petals my delight.
Oh to the garden of the elusive,
Sage as a babe, blades of Yucca,
Rosemary not just a maiden,
but the Queen of Perfumes.
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