Red Rose - Poem by Lindsay Crosby
You could be king
Why does your beauty?
Sit upon a tower
I wish I could climb
But I am not blind to the danger
I could not bare the pain
Your face to the sun
I stand in your shadow
Life is your enemy
I know ways to preserve
But I am a stranger to your kind
You have a secret to keep
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