Roses I Poem by Ciaran Quirke

Roses I

Rating: 3.5


The rose stands proud and tall,
A sight for all to see,
Not one petal will it leave fall,
Bringing no action of misery.

It shall, forever, hold it's head high,
Allowing none to oversee it's beauty,
Stretching ever for the sky.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Greenwolfe 1962 07 September 2008

For some reason this was not finished. There must be an 8th line. Perhaps, He just forgot to add it. GW62

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