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Roses

July 10, 2019
By Avira_chaos BRONZE, Chennai, Other
Avira_chaos BRONZE, Chennai, Other
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I pick up the roses,

Cast offs of fragile ecstasy,

Torn off of sin,

And yesterday's fantasy.

Red for the widows,

White for the widowers.

Tasting of burning Desire,

Of seething famished souls.

But roses,

Too little,

A little too late.

Because forgiveness comes in at sunset,

For all and everything,

But my failed endevours.


The author's comments:

This poem is about our perpetual need for love, no matter how much, how often or how deeply it hurts us.


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Anshi2803 said...
on Jul. 24 2019 at 1:17 pm
Anshi2803, Meerut, Other
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Tremendous work