the crimson rose
stem like a green hose
it lively arose
until the ground froze
and then the crows
began to close
around the rose
covering the snow
and as they slowed
red filled the road
the flower reposed
and decomposed
letting rows and rows
of flowers to grow
to this poor rose
their lives they owe
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Poems
PoésieJust a bunch of poems I'm writing. They may not be any good but I like them. I'll try to update it every once in a while with one or more poems.
