I Buried My Rose Today... - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
Strange how I’ve never been here; here 'where the air is so fresh and clear.'
I can see forever at this height, resting on my knees near this white rose.
Far above the Red-rose city, the ancients travelled and lived in these hills.
Now I'm quietly very still, attempting to bury the dead, what a thrill.
The sun gently smiles on my tears, where love's Rose pricked me here.
Though it’s not quite the grand-can, it’s spectacular, peaceful, without fear.
This rose- a symbol of love, for which you half-pie cared, regrettably died.
This rose, with your distracting thorns, for which I now am saying goodbye.
This “snow white rose” is as deep, as any love, as the ocean, or width of the sky.
To this love, the delusion, the enchanting divine choice, I am saying “don’t cry.'
He rocks my soul now, the grief I can’t bear; I leave everything to him in prayer.
No- you won’t tell me you love me, when you love another too; yet I still care.
All hail the power of the elusive Rose, many have succumbed to your flair...
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