(from) Better Than Sleep: Bruised Petals (4): A Rose, Casually Chosen

A rose
Casually chosen
Casually fingered
Soft petals open
As casually thrown away

In the garden of God
In the Garden of Love
All her life
Is but the dance of a day

With me one night
Lips soft and laughing
Casually chose me
As casually threw me away

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