The roses have wilted
The violets are dead
The violets aren't blue
And the roses aren't red
Spring in gone
Summer is cold
Old is young
And young is old
The sky is the ground
And The ground, the sky
The flowers are dying
And so am I
Growing so long
Finally in bloom
We never wanted
To be cut by you
You've taken our life
Our very source of hope
And tied us in a vase
With elastic rope
We can't get free
We can't see the sky
The flowers are dead now
And so am I
interesting take on the classic 'roses are red' thing...smiles..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery. I can see the meaning behind the words.