Herbert Nehrlich Rose Poems

A rose of different colour stood alone
amidst the grasses on the farmer's land
and in the night when moon and stars all shone
she searched her soul deep down, inside the sand.
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And near the forest stood a rose,
now spotted by two unicorns.
As rose observed the creatures pose
it flashed in anger all its thorns.
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And I suppose
a rose that's on the nose
could be
an unwashed pantyhose.
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Her hand was pale
and held a single rose,
picked from his garden
and happy to oblige.
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A rose, asleep inside a daze
was basking in the morning rays.
A jogger ran across the grass
and crushed the flower with his mass
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' A rose', the Cantadora said to me
'is the most precious flower on this earth.'
She took my hand and led me out, 'so come and see',
her whisper fading as the mountain range gave birth
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