A rose so mute
My dear mother just came in
and set a rose upon my desk;
it was pink and picturesque.
I wished that I it could paint
and do justice to its fate:
For it will simply stand up straight
without one single complaint
for it is as mute as a stone
but oh so beautiful on its own.
Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2007-07-25 at 13:06
Tags Rose Beauty
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