Gather ye rosebuds, that's what they say,
But as soon as you get them, they will fade.
A rose bud is nice, its beauty a joy,
But rose buds, like trinkets, are just a ploy.
They offer you pleasure for but a moment,
And after it fades the beauty is lost.
All that is left is questions, no more.
No answers are there to shine through the door.
So gather your rose buds, but be well aware,
Beauty is fickle, and love is ever rare.
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Peeking Through the Window
ŞiirA book filled with poetry I've written and am writing. I'm considering trying to get published, but I don't think I'm really good enough. Please feel free, by the way, to leave comments. I enjoy knowing what people think, as long as they are not r...
