Camouflage Poem by James Walter Orr
Camouflage
Rain drops forever on each rose,
and keeps the scent from fading;
the memories that claim my heart,
as ever, are pervading.
Yet here I stand, alone as then,
and show no sign of healing:
The shadowed bower where I stand,
my somber face concealing.
I hide my secret from the world,
behind this fringe of roses.
Something has blown into my eye,
is all this tear discloses.
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