A Promised RoseI noticed on passing one day,
Deep set into the shadowy green
A multitude of red petals in bloom,
All in a single flower a painted scene.
Such single beauty my eyes had never yet beheld
Lying amongst the bushes thorns,
For though all around did show danger,
Thy beautiful image rose never mourned.
Pain has struck my finger deep,
And beneath the pretty petals lies the danger,
And the little drop of red which flows, angers
And frustrates the hand itís sharp point entered.
With outrage from carelessness my own,
I dive upon the delicate beauty,
Then there upon the brown,
Twenty petals lie, each forlorn.
Maybe líll make my excuse to be
Shown from long red streaks upon my arms
...the rose I wished to pluck,
I could not reach and bring for thee.
Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2019-03-17 at 22:32
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