Mac Adrone Adonay
Dead Rose - Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay
In a blooming meadow, the flowers died
And the petals from the death arose
The sweet garden is on the bitter side
A bird mourns, in sadness he goes
Flying to a wounded tree
With tears and a misery.
The bird drops in sorrow and pain
To him the fragrance is in vain
The rose of his heart is dead
Farewell to his beloved.
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