the blue roses of July

when you finally find the blue roses
with blood running in the veins
of its petals
then you must have found
the place where i have lots of friends
where we enjoy the daily games
and drink the cup of our wines
where we become at home with
ourselves
because that place is our paradise
complete with cool rivers and
fine trees and electric blue clouds
if you find the place
please tell me
if you find it earlier than expected
then by now you must have know who i am
and you shall understand
but if you find it even with closed eyes
and bound hands
please come closer to me
dip your ear to mine
like bread to wine
and i will whisper to you
who you are too......

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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