The dark red rose
wittles with pain
until the rain
washes it away
once the rain
has come it
it will nourish
the rose
giving it
new life
in the
the dying world
in the light
Well baby..... Ur not an outcast to me! ! ! Lovely poem thanks for sharing! ! ! ! !
love the poem... sounds as lonely as mine! love morgan evans
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, alot of corruption and rebirth, lovely