Roses. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Roses.



Roses in every color sleep
And I, moved to tears,
Gladly weep.

Roses are reasons
For existence.
Let there be
No foolish
Resistance.

Roses smell sweet
And sweeter they smell
When they meet
In hands so frail.

Friday, May 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: rose
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