Explore Poems GO!

Rose

There is a rose in the corner of my bedroom,
It is withering and my own blood is crusted on the thorns
It will not let me love it, hold it, cherish it-
It mocks me while I am here alone.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

4/19/2021 6:45:03 AM # 1.0.0.560