The Story Of A Rose! Poem by Ghazal Ebrahimzade

A
Rose is in dust
a rose is nice
Petals are healthy
red dark arch
sun shines hot
Leaves seems (up) right
Gazing to height
Green emerald
From land to ace
Ace of sky march.
Rose is nice
Roots in dust
Feature is rouge
Of the shame love trust
Bud…bud…bud
Blossoms of the yard.
Yard is land
Land is grand
vast soil of hand
light crimson band.
Wind blows harsh
Fences move hard
Trees far behind
Shakeeach side
Mencome down
The first one talk
The last one mock
Both of whom walk
Touch the soft land.
Ha…ha…ha…
Soil is empty
Dark…dark…dark
The land full of soil
Soil full of worm
Worm is sick
Nasty nabid pick
Become lot... lot...lot
Every day and night.
Wind blows harsh
Spring moves fast.
Man is running
Worm is cunning
man in hurry
Ha…ha…ha…
rose is worry
worm moves straight
move..more…away…
move…more…away…
hurry…hurry…again
swirl…sweep…deep…
digging…digging…erect
man runs far.
seeking new boudoir
rose is alone
poisonous thing around
soil is shaking
grand land kicking
man sing a song
of
man, wine, wrong
happy, happy long.
wind blows harsh
autumn seize the yard.
rose is sick
petal withered down
no leaves green
gazing to the sun
rose is nice
rose is kind
death moves around
happy stands behind
far...far...behind.

Under the inspiration of"The Sick Rose" by William Blake.