Green Rose Poem by Jake Tadla

Green Rose



A complete sonnet
Yet a shattered glass.
The noisiest and busiest town
Yet I can feel solemnity.

Behind blue eyes
Outgrown a green rose.
I thought in heaven only
Will it live and nourish

But who are you
Most rare of all diamonds.
Am I to keep this?
Or rather keep you?

Oh my God!
I never had the confidence.
Heaven is not without
You, rare green rose.

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