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A yellow rose and a thousand red roses 
by Francia Clavecillas


There used to be
just one yellow rose
defining the scars
of my geography;
Each scar was a terrain
unfamiliar to promenaders
holding hands
under kind stars.
Then I dreamed
of a thousand women
swallowing the teeth of their sorrow
Each of them was giving me
a red rose. 


"At present, aside from working with the marginalized, I do freelance writing, conduct training in community organizing, play the guitar and a local instrument called bandurria. I write poetry with an earned self-confidence."
- fr her home page on HubPages where she writes as franciaonline

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Cris A October 27, 2010 at 3:22 AM  

Yeah France writes beautiful poetry :D

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