The Roses by the tree
By Alex Root
The roses by the tree
So red and pure
As I draw near
I can smell the fear of a thousand years
As I draw o so near
I stop at the tree and wait
I could have sworn I heard a sigh of relief
But then I go on
I pluck a rose
And handle it with such care
For the petals were soft
So brightly shinning
But after a week
The once beautiful rose
Is now wilty and weak
The once beautiful rose is now wilty and weak. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alex Root! Beautiful poem.