My words became
Roses
And made bouquets
To brighten her room
Beautiful red roses
Without any wilted petals
Of sorrow or fear
I left them laying
Strewn carelessly
About her bed
And left the crying
For the cold hallways
James Jarrett
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a heartfelt scribe...beautiful and tugs at the threads of emotion. Well done! ! !