roses falling

the rain is falling
outside our window
washing the fiery shades
hanging and falling
from dryads
tall and aflame
swaying to the song
of the dropping peace
from ethereal wings
upon my window pane
framing four roses
abloom in red
the color of my heart
beating in disbelief
in the serene peace
of our love
growing in quiet honor
of the cosmic gift
that fell from the stars
into my doubtful arms

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