Roses: A Commemeration

Courtesy, the smile of knowing.  Eyes like diamonds, a small frame to peer, into or out of.  Air and Fire.  Simple laughter pulls out your hair.  A difference.  Instinct and reason.  She spoke in a hushed voice, quiet but clear, and as hard as the bricks in the pavement.  There is no doubt in that sound, it shines like steel, glistening; the raw account of truth.  And what is being said is never of importance, names and places start to fade, only what interests me is that sound.  If I say everything in one quick sentence, laying the frame of Justice, in bound like a fresh production; letting off some steam.  She says hush child, lets begin to see: everyone in everything, your love is here don't lose your dream.  Avail.