Rose is red
It's an ensign of love,
But if it withers 'til black
Will it then be hatred?
He gives you roses
But his love's not pure,
Will the rose still a symbol
Of love and forever?
Snakes are traitor,
But rose has torns,
Hold it a little
It bleeds even more.
Rose is red
And red is bravery,
Then red's not love,
Says Philosophy.
If rose is purple
Will she mourn a little?
If rose is green
Will its leaf be unseen?
Colours are hues
It can never define,
Illusions of the world
Interpreted by the eyes.
Rose is a flower
It never measure love
For raindrops are liquid
And not even petals.
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TINGOG!
PoetryTINGOG is a bisaya language which means VOICE. I made this to create a compilation of my poems not just to express my thoughts but also to inspire others especially those who are rowing the same boat with me. This is not yet a product of a great a...
