The White Rose Poem by Waltzing Mouse
The White Rose
The white rose sits on her grassy throne
Her hands are gloved in leaves of green
Her face is as pale as the winter moon
She looks to the sun, lively and keen
The sun beems down on her perfect face
She seems to sparkle in the light
Her day goes by at a leisurely pace
Her beauty is seen, even at night!
The bees are her suitors
She has plenty of those
But none does she favour
Than her lover red rose!
The tears you bring upon my face, the fragrence is that, I know pure grace.
The white rose loves a red rose! What a fine imagination! !
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5/3/2024 12:11:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great write Sophie. I liked the ending with the white rose loving a red rose. Very observant with good imagery too. 10 Claude Davis III