There are wrinkles in time that lay like roses in snow.
I turn them around in my mind and take in their fragrance.
They hold the secret of my deliverance.
Creases of pink and red on fluffed linen.
Each fold and crease is a hint - a promise.
If only I could crawl between the petals.
I'd in another time - some other dimension.
by Rachelle LeCount
(rewritten 11-19-2011)
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