Roses wilt and wither
Whether wanted to
Or not
And roses writhe in wringing
Rain and are weighed down by
Their lot.
Roses have a hapless
Heart, though endeared far
And wide.
Mere portraits of such hapless
Souls, who give what they
Can't hide.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
Roses
Roses wilt and wither
Whether wanted to
Or not
And roses writhe in wringing
Rain and are weighed down by
Their lot.
Roses have a hapless
Heart, though endeared far
And wide.
Mere portraits of such hapless
Souls, who give what they
Can't hide.
©JWJ2022