The Reddest Rose Poem by Michael Matsuda

The Reddest Rose



I truly do not wish to mine
The more I dig
The truth to the mystery I might find

The brightest hue of red
Engulfs the beautiful flower
That lay in its appropriate bed

Who cares what makes it so
The answer to the truth
I would rather not know

I would rather enjoy the rose
Than think that someone’s corpse
Is the miracle for this sow

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