THE TRAVELLING POET
Love, Life, Travel and Poetry...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
THE ROSE
A rose is not a rose for you,
Unless its beauty is untold,
The reflection that it leaves for you,
Is forever to unfold,
The pain and joy of love,
Is always like the rose,
A man and woman from different pasts,
Destiny.
Who knows?
The Rose
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