A Rose In One Hand

a rose in one hand and silence

in the other,

for love is moonlight and empty sight;

blood and vinegar

thunder and quiet rain

bolted to common plight.

whisper for me to come,

i am close and distant at the same time:

the roses wither but not my desire

i am here, love

fill me up with your wine.

by Ofero Basbas

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