The creek runs a sweet course
Sidewalks intersect this rose tree
Bent in the heavy of its own force
Whispers a cherished melancholy
Pink, like a scandal of the sun and the stars
Begging to become an untold story
It its own, on its own, plays with the wind
In fragrance, defying all other glory
For against their charm, I cannot win
The spring rain has these roses drenched
I had no time, now I'm all in
And with that, I got my heart quenched.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Almost like a punishment having to ignore this beautiful massive rose tree, on my way to work everyday
- Category: Nature
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Such a pity we don’t have more time to stand and stare at the drenched roses. Beautiful poetry Alan.
Thanks so much for stopping by...🙂
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