Once the red rose grew I never saw it vanish.
Brightly it blooms this time. Can't get it to be banished.
You asked me if it still stood strong in my garden green
In, since the break of a new spring, which you haven't been.
So I denied your question. Too weak now for a fight.
But if you must see, how brightly it's colour, I guess, I have to say, I lied.
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
