There Were Always Roses Poem by Thomas Hooker
There Were Always Roses
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.
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