by Unknown
Jun 2009 465 Views 0 comments
Soliloquy of the Rose.
Each moment past her gentle sun-kissed bloom,
As scarlet petals stretch to where light lie.
Grey skies are cast foreshadowing dark gloom,
Not long from hence all roses wilt and die.
For that she knows and glistens in the rain,
Content with life's brief treasures in the wood.
Come dusk her lips are sore from creatures lain,
For she as nature's whore is understood.
As scarlet petals stretch to where light lie.
Grey skies are cast foreshadowing dark gloom,
Not long from hence all roses wilt and die.
For that she knows and glistens in the rain,
Content with life's brief treasures in the wood.
Come dusk her lips are sore from creatures lain,
For she as nature's whore is understood.
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Posted: Jun 2009
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I do not believe the rose is so innocent so...Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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