Poetry 017: The Ivy

The Ivy

Sensuous rose! Watered by loving hands.
You sit cradled by thorns yet are touching hearts.
By earth you are worshipped and the lily adores thee,
Countless eyes though colors command.
Oh accursed beauty! For I am but an Ivy.

© Denis Adide 2011

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