The red roses are nextA Poem by Mark D
My first impression of nature
Was fearing the presence of thorns
Communicating indelicate feelings
Red roses in passionate tongue
To cure the diseased pink roses
Petals as illustrations of worth
Not friends from my observations
Bereft of feelings of love
A permanent loss of vitality
But when did they die?
When was the moment of death?
The two are not the same to me
Been through several wars
Now in the care of the dead
Dying will redirect you here
And the red roses are next
© 2012 Mark D
Shelved in 3 LibrariesAdded on March 7, 2012
Last Updated on September 6, 2012
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