So tell me is the rose naked
Or is that her only dress?
Does she know that she
Is amongst friends?
Is she annoyed that they
all dressed the same?
Is she equally happy,
In sunshine and rain?
Does the first blush of youth,
Stay until she is gone?
Does she watch us all,
Hoping to find her perfect love?
Can she tell me,
What the world will be like?
Or does she barely notice,
Watching a world at
100 seconds to midnight?
Will she talk to me,
Now that the war is over?
Can I tell her I will
miss her once she is gone?
TheGreenMan
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Author:
TheGreenMan (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2020 21:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Starts with a Pablo Neruda question but continues in my own words
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Each rose is unique.
The rose is a metaphor for lost love in this poem.
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