I had that dream again
About 3 little roses
One rose with its reddish gleam
Two rose with its orangish shine
Three rose with its whitish cheer
The frist rose is not what it seems
Through its reddish gleam covers its true form
Beauty in day, abusive at night
Its thorns hurt the others with such a fright
The second rose is not what it seems
Through its orangish shine covers its true form
Peaceful in day, abused at night
Its bruises plead for peace but none is received
The third rose is not what it seems
Through its whitish cheer covers its true form
Cheerful in day, abused at night
Its tears of fear is hidden beneath petals of kindness
All three has been separated at last
The red rose is alone again, crying with grief
The orange rose is finally at peace with no violence to be seen
The white rose is singing and laughing all night long
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The Writer's World
PoesíaThis book is about my poems that I have done Throughout my whole life, My first poem is how I got into poetry. Please, and thank you for giving this book a try.🙂
