Patrick Utitufon

The Rose - Poem by Patrick Utitufon

Fair plant of blissful bloom
Why wither in your season of boom?
Why are your shoots blind,
Blighted by the westwind?

The silent worm of destruction
To your outward self had grown
That had sprung within thee
To mar your futurity.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

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