Pink Rose Poem by Saliha AHU
Pink Rose
Spring is here
Almost.
Oh, and with it
my joy, my hope
Oh, but love brims in me
A fresh breeze blows
And with it a new life fills
To blow me away, almost.
A pink rose on the ground
When i cease to expect
A gift to make me rejoice
To admire grace as always, almost.
And then rains make me huddle again
Too wet to leave, too happy to stop
Hold my hand, too slippery to jump
Almost.
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