I picked a rose
from the garden of heaven,
the petals of white,
the fragrance so pure.
Who knows of the love,
this rose has seen?
Who knows of the light,
that has kissed this rose?
I picked a rose
from the garden of hell,
the petals of red,
the fragrance so sweet.
Who knows of the hate,
this rose has endured?
Who knows of the shadow,
that has tortured this rose?
I picked a rose
from the garden of reality,
the petals of white and red,
the fragrance so pure and sweet.
Who knows of the love,
this rose has seen?
Who knows of the hate,
this rose has endured?
Who knows of the mixed feelings,
this rose is trying to handle?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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ooo cool, really good poem kate i prefer the first rose keep up the good work
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