Rose my only Rose,
red of a rose colored of blood,
as if clay turned to mud,
when cut from the thorn of this flaming flower,
bad luck may scour,
like how a lime is sour,
yet,
love and humanity will remain,
and build up again,
Rose my only Rose.
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Moonlight Poems
PoetryPoems of a Moonlit Heart, Wilting starlight flowers, On a dark blue sea of sky, Moonlit flower beauty of the, Is more then me. By: Arra Righter
