The Rose Poem by Baharak Barzin
The Rose
O, thou, little Rose, sitting on the edge of my old garden
behold the dew on thy skin
see how it slips and falls
feel the sacred touch of nature's love
listen to the west wind
making you dance around
look at the golden rays
begging to shine on thee
but keep away from the devils
asking to take you
you'll get paled
you'll get pain
and no one would glance at you anymore
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9/20/2024 3:33:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
VERY metaphorical poetry you define a woman as a ROSE and that's why I love rose.. did u see the sink THE TITANIC O WHAT A LOVELY ROSE SHE WAS SO I TOO POETRY COMPOSE ON SMILES AND ROSE DO READ MY MOMS SMILES AND MOTHERS DAY TODAY LIKE A ROSE YOU MAY LIKE EM THANKS I AM GOING BACK TO the garden of my ROSE I SUPPOSE