A mystical, glorious, shining, beautiful rose.
In the day, glowing like the lost flower of the Eden,
I sat and admired; I watched and cleansed my sorrows.
The bright day swapped his shift with the soft night.
I stood to walk away from the garden.
Then I felt a glow aback, soft-lit light
Of the Neon Rose, chroma so ardent.
In a bed filled with flowers, one glittered
For me: A colored light for the blind dog,
I could only see her, neon that glittered.
Joy I felt like a lighthouse in the fog.
A light in the midst of shadows in dark,
A bright bleach stain on the fabrics of dark.
I'll save you from collectors and wild beasts.
You can be my priestess, and I your priest.
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