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What a Sight to See ©

Robin MacLean
Oban, Scotland
2005

Roses in the rain
what a sight to see
red knows no bounds
its colour has spread to,
well everything
blood, bulls and anarchism
you encompass rage
rage for putting roses in the rain
rage for seeing your own reflection
and rage for being yolk inside a shell
dear, sweet roses
endurance is a virtue underestimated
this will bring you sun
thatís more like it
shine when it is raining
and grow limbs when it is bright
for only then can you walk.



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