The Rose Poem by Nero CaroZiv

A vermilion hue decorates your gracious head
An enticing bloom for any man's eyes in the universe
Some men will find you in life rush and haste
Other will miss you in a futile search; in a vain toil late

Bless he that on timely found his rose
Alas the one who his rose did miss
At the path of his life no joy, no bliss
His light did wane and did vanquish
And he left like a blind in solitude and anguish

At calm, anguish evening of forlorn winter
When meadows hide beneath dark clouds
Look at your image in the mirror of your life
Your lovely rose plucked by a stranger hand
And you left naked to bare time to pretend


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