I cultivate Pink Roses for Guevara.
They appear as Luminescent Lips Somehow.
They glisten beneath a Pink Moon Sunrise
Hang in the Gallows of an Aurora
Water the Horizon with Petal's Hues.
Purplish and Mottled speared through the Ether.
Cast over the Century a Hallow
Two Eyes Across the Hours of Violet.
Brandished beneath the filaments so fine.
I approach you, Doctor- POet, you smile
Comandante Ernesto Argentine
Who becoming Cuban was bathed in Style.
He who was Lost on Love's Ascent Never
I cultivate Pink Roses and Arbor
They appear as Luminescent Lips Somehow.
They glisten beneath a Pink Moon Sunrise
Hang in the Gallows of an Aurora
Water the Horizon with Petal's Hues.
Purplish and Mottled speared through the Ether.
Cast over the Century a Hallow
Two Eyes Across the Hours of Violet.
Brandished beneath the filaments so fine.
I approach you, Doctor- POet, you smile
Comandante Ernesto Argentine
Who becoming Cuban was bathed in Style.
He who was Lost on Love's Ascent Never
I cultivate Pink Roses and Arbor
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