Anonymous Rose Poems

Marches the winter, blows the breeze,
Afar there, are smiling scented flowers,
Raising blaze, buzzing bees; snow ceases.
Chirping cuckoos, joyous walkers.
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This world of illusion seems
an abode of shadows, a tale of past.
A transitory phase, or, a scattered dream.
Short, as a wave over the other, surpassed.
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Crossing the spheres of time and space,
Ruined statures of destructed nations bewailed.
Strayed in pleasures, vileness and malice.
Vicious devil incarnates; arrogance prevailed.
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Sometimes, when I look around,
I feel Things breathing,
Comforter, bed, walls and the ground.
The sight to imaginations is amazing.
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I've found you, my enemy,
So far, thou playest hide-and-seek.

Often I caught thy shadow,
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The only medium to travel,
The long journey of frazzle.

To reach the finish line.
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The adrift flow of Life,
Afloats in the only medium of Sea.
Where flotillas and canoes strive, to survive.
To reach the assigned mission of Thee.
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Today's world, deprived of character,
and devoid of honour,
Proceeding towards decline,
Haphazardly moving, not in a straight line.
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A strange imagination, of a diverse creation
lead my thoughts to anomalous direction.

With minute differences, we all skeletons
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Standing on a quiet, barren land,
thousands deceased, gloomy atmosphere, yet a sunflower bloomed.
Veiled in grey and white surrounding, tanned.
Meagre and affluent, all vanity statures doomed.
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