Is It Poetry
Roses Made Thin - Poem by Is It Poetry
Far off too the distant land my sea.
Such is each wave different we-race froward.
Three percent skimmed rich in Futures grace
With thee, 'I cherished the stride the pace.
The well worn way, I pursueth walking through,
forlorn are whom, that wear a smileless face.
The whole year through.
Made roses thin, from tireless use.
Thorns once when beggered, are refused.
When bloody red roses, are heavy made thin.
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