Red rose
Red rose
He led me to the rose garden
And darkling, he tucked a rose in my restless trembling tresses
And finally
Slept with me on a rose petal
Oh, paralytic pigeons!
Oh, inexperienced menopausic trees, oh blind windows!
A red rose is now sprouting below my heart and deep in my loin
A red rose
Red
ed rose
Red As a blood stain
Ah, I am pregnant, pregnant, pregnant
Mystery resonating through the colors...such a shared persona from rose, nice poem! ! _Unwritten Soul
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I would like to translate this poem
At first reading it caused my mind to wonder, then the last line gave me the answer to this beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
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