Oh rose so frail, in dew protest,
Your windowed petal you do contest.
Your beauty true, however bright.
As red it glows with all your might.
A tear shall fall, like waters waves.
The morn you wilt into your grave.
And eyes will see with graceous pride.
My dying flower, your will subsides.
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Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2026 00:52
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This is a lovely poem that presents the other side of the rose not commonly written about. With lovely wording you weave your message concisely and most poetically a fave
Thank you again Sorenbarrett. You give me inspiration to keep writing.
If so then I am doing my job. Keep up the work your poems are inspirational as well
Much enjoyed read 🕊️🙏
Thank you compliment and reading.
Most welcome 🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you for sharing, this is a lovely poem
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