Rose Poem by Samuel Pope

Rose

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A Single Rose.
Alone it stands
Yet untouched by human hands.
Out of passions flame is born
Softest petal. Sharpest thorn.
Plucked just once. The moment passed.
Its beauty cannot hope to last.
In time the petals melt away
And as they do
The thorns remain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 17 February 2014

Beautiful poem Samuel, very well written, and a great read. Well done.

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Sandra Feldman 16 February 2014

Read it, felt it, loved it. Congratulations, lovely.

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