Roses Poem by David Mackay

Roses

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Roses are dark as night and bright as Day.
Thorns of sythe, petals of play.
Dancing in the night, in the moonlight's ray.
Roots dug deep, petals hung high.
The most beautiful illusion of all time.
Until the rose has withered and died.
It's passion shall alure thy eye.

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Sherri Coulter 07 January 2009

i like this much thanks but so sad, i know the feeling

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