Friday, January 22, 2010

First Line Reflection.

What is beauty to a rose in a garden of weeds?

If it could see what I see, than it may better perceive

this lack of conviction, description, and deserved definition.

Relieve me this silence, as I am awe stricken.

Conscience restrict, and expression contained,

I admire from a distance, and it's here I'll remain.

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