Heather burns


My Delight


There you lay
at the bottom
of the lake.

So beautiful
alone
waiting
unclaimed.

I,
in wonderment
of this
lovely red
rose.

So alluring
passionate,
precious.

To claim her
would be my
delight.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 11, 2013

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inspired by the rose

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  • Neela Nath (7/11/2013 5:40:00 AM)

    A rose is a symbol of beauty.You expressed your heart-felt delight after seeing the unclaimed rose and the description also stirs our minds. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (7/11/2013 1:45:00 AM)

    A rose that grows at the bottom of a lake?
    One rare rose indeed
    I have never heard of such
    To pluck red rose and raise above sea
    would surely not the thing to be
    Such preciousness should bs alive, be free
    And taken away only in our memory. (Report) Reply

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