Joanna Ellis Redemption
A naïve romance
Two roses bud
Love turns hard—brown, blue, black
The stench of unfaithful lust
Romance, in its rags, no treasures can console
Tattered
Weary
A soft kiss of wind
Scooped high in the clutch of a Savior
The guardian of hope
Flown far from memories
Where two Roses bloom for all Eternity
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