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Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)
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We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting
Poems by Charles Bukowski : 36 / 151
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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It takes a genius to fit so much meaning into so little words - love it - so true. SG (Report) Reply
Perhaps with a summer of patient sun, both roses would bloom. Perhaps transplanting them into a sunnier place would do the trick. (Report) Reply