Two Summer Roses

I stay

and hold

my hand.

I always will.

And never use

in any way

that which would

defile me so,

now, forever.

And so

let go, 

befȳlan and

treasure, all.

 

Knowing that,

it is held.

Us forever.

Held.

Two summer roses.

In a far

better place.

Cherished

garden so.

My Will.

Gods take me,

spirits hold me,

in that love.

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