Untitled Poem #8

I used to father three children,
But now I father two;
Two with me, pink radiant roses,
But the one I lost is blue.

I have arrived at the dreadful point
Where who I loved, with all my heart,
Is also the same, the wolf anoints,
As that which keeps us apart.

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