There were always roses
by the stain of man
sorrow blossoms,
a collage of moments,
a tapestry of emotions,
(There were always roses)
tears soft as petals
searching for a truth
(There were always roses)
and with enough time
a planet is reborn,
(There were always roses)
for love isolates the
scarlet stain of doubt,
(There were always roses)
standing by the fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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