Blossoming to and fro.
Upon the graves of fallen men.
Along the road to open land.
A blossoming rose in your hand.
Where roses Blossom.
Always growing
never ceasing.
A symbol for the
ones we’ve lost.
Beautiful, Magnificent.
Yet, simply just a rose.
Where roses Blossom.
A flower just to set aside.
No, much more than
just a flower.
A key to beauty and joy.
A sign, a word, a memory perhaps.
Roses to tend and care.
Why do roses blossom.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2018 09:28
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
A fine write Omni. Reminded me of a song 'Only a rose'. before my time even, from 1925 originally.
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