Season Of Roses Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Season Of Roses
The young lovers bloom in love like roses,
Then they're left only with thorns, and bruises:
They wither painfully slowly, and they die,
Yet spring revives their hearts after the cry.
An excellent work.... beautifully expressed........10/10
A pragmatic poetic expression, dear Ma’am Mihaela.....10+++
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9/19/2024 2:09:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Having dealt with roses for five months at Bangalore where I was, seeing them grow and then wilt slowly, seeing them pruned so that they grow again...and the like, I fully see the import of this short poem, so well expressed.