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I Made A Rose

I Made A Rose Far away from home I took a stance on stone A chip from Lokongoma hills Cold yet from night chills I made myself a rose And swallowed it as pill For the ill at heart I feel The winding road took a day Back to warmth, home, I lay And forgot the rose I made Sunlight and fragrances sweet Stirred my eyes from night’s sleep Awake, I found my little room Veneered in full roses bloom The rose I made grew From the green wall Ceiling, door and stone floor In hues of exotic reds and roseate Roses climbed onto my heart And gave me a rosy smile.