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written by: Phyllis P. Colucci
A Rosebush sheds the winter’s frost
Awaiting summer bliss
As June unfolds a tender smile
Upon her lips, a kiss
The garden wakes to melodies
Of birds and sweet, soft breeze
While Mother Nature leads the dance
Of the emerald trees
Has life adorned me, once again,
with its mystical eyes?
Or has it come to lure me, with its mask
of seasonal lies?
…Lure me to the depths of evil,
where ice runs through my veins?
…Or lure me towards summer bliss,
and June’s soft, subtle rains…
I hope to waken to nature’s kiss
of sun-sweet, golden morn;
and frolic in her limpid lakes,
where souls may be reborn;
With hopes that lyin’ masks will die,
or hide within her song;
...Until the Rosebush sheds the frost,
of the wicked winter-long
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Writing is an opportunity to create great stories by giving life to unique characters; then comes the time to share those stories with the world and, hopefully, take your readers on incredible journeys.
I retired from a Supervisory/Admin position with a Federal Law Enforcement agency in NYC, a few years back.
Presently, I am pursuing my passion for writing, and most of my writing has that New York edge.
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