Virgil Howard

The Rose - Poem by Virgil Howard

I saw the rose,
the rose was red,
the pained heart,
whose blood had bled.

I saw the rose,
I saw the dew
the hearts intact,
are very few.

I saw the rose,
I saw the thorns,
says the widow,
who constantly mourns

I saw the rose,
it drinks the rain,
it uses the the water,
to ease its pain.

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  • (10/18/2009 1:18:00 PM)

    Simply beautiful with a nice flow to it. Thanks for sharing as it was a joy to read.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 18, 2009

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