Each Rose
Each rose is an island
of the promised peace,
the eternal peace.
Inside the petals
of each rose dwells
a sapphire bird called
“And They Shall Beat Their Swords.”
And it seems so
close, the light
of that rose, so close
its scent, the silence
of its leaves, so close
that island—just take
a boat and go out
into a sea of flames.
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