Blue Roses

Blue roses lean on garden walls
in some imagined neighborhood
where winter's shadow never falls.

But would I live there if I could,
among the crystal nightingales
where winter's shadow never falls

and I must turn to traveler's tales
to feel the touch of cold and frost
among the crystal nightingales?

Would I not find some hidden cost,
would I not search for changing sky
to feel the touch of cold and frost?

If endless summer trembled high
above the blue and scented air,
would I not search for changing sky?

So I don't think you'll find me where
blue roses lean on garden walls
above the blue and scented air,
where winter's shadow never falls.

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