Winter
by Michael R. Burch
The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.
The lilac of devotion
has felt the winter hoar
and shed her dress;
companionless,
she shivers, nude and sore.
Keywords/Tags: Winter, Rose, Love, Promise, Potential, Bloom, Blooming, Blossom, Blossoming, Flower, Flowering, Scent, Fragrance, Perfume, Aroma, Odor, Fall, Autumn, Decay, Hoar, Hoarfrost, Ice, Icicle, Snow, Cold, Coldness, Nude, Nudity, Naked, Nakedness, Exposed, Exposure, Exploitation
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I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted wonderful poem.....10++++