Roses Are Red, Violets Are Dead. Poem by Mog Salnovski

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Dead.



Roses are red,
Violets are dead.
Roses are bleeding,
Violets freezing.
Roses are burning
Violets are turning
Away.

Away from the heat, the passion of love,
Away.
Towards the tragedy which only it can see.

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