poem: passion

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roses are red,

while violets are blue. 

sweet aurora instead,

sweet flowers that grew.   


diamonds in coal mines,

while pearls on a rich women's neck.

though many times it's weary it shines,

there is a slight spec.


time is a fast flowing river,

though fear consumed the knight.

his passion was his golden silver,

they feared him in the night.


written by AfrikanGoddess

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