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Nate
Poems
Mar 2015
Blue Rose
I fear there is nothing left of my wit, and in place of my heart a rose doth sit.
A red rose now blue with sorrow.
It's peddles fall from time to time, like angel's tears, gracing us with a glimmer of that once red rose.
If there are no peddles in the morn will I be a man without sorrow, or a man without love?
Is a rose without peddles still a rose, or simply a thorn?
What will thaw my frosted rose and bloom red love once again?
#love
#pain
#hope
#loss
#sorrow
#rose
#despair
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