Jan
17th
Files under Poetry |
Posted by Terry
ROSE
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Romantic and warm when you are red,
covered in the blood of Nature.
Cut and pruned for our pleasure,
making one smile with a sniff.
All your mystery amuses me,
many uses for such a flower.
I give you away to the girl I love,
and one day she cuts you long
and tosses you upon my grave.
