The Rose of Charleston
and I went
down to where
the whispering river
flows within sculptured shores
hastening the specters of yesteryears.
a redolent aroma scandalizes the air.
romance is a sermon of passionate sighs.
and I know
she blooms beneath
the winged boughs
of the eternal tree.
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