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RED ROSE
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ROSES The red rose loveliest of
all,
Stands so proud, and tall.
To a vine she never clings,
Being blessed with everything.
Starts to bud, and unfold,
Her haunting beauty never
told.
Very gracious standing there,
None other can compare.
She can steal your heart away,
Toss it to the wind someday.
Touch her softly, fulfill her
need,
She can prick a heart, and
make it bleed.
(c) copyright heather burns
A simple yet very meaningful poem, in life, it is accepting the simplicity, the beauty, the unexpected, that mekes us appreciate it. The questions, details and looking thru so much interpretations, that muddles and create havoc!!!Thank you for sharing..
A very distinctive and unique poem upon a time-honored, traditional subject. May I ask, however, how you determine where to break the lines? I have never seen stanzas quite like the first, third, and last . . . could you tell me a bit more about them?
Starward
I did two line rhymes, and I
I did two line rhymes, and I believe double space between each...thanks for reading.