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Oh, blushing, vestal, tender heart
Thy bloom of youth is now depart
Your calm perfection now imparts
Serenity, in a timeless art.
Love all of these efforts, well done everyone ☓
Roses on a street corner in Chatanooga, Tennessee
Dressed in skirts of lurid colors, primarily shades of red, occasionally pink
At a loss for money, and supper to eat
Live roses on a corner street
Roses in this town aren’t genuinely seen
They appear as beggars, producing dirty seeds
Encountering murky love, leaving putrid leaves
Sorrow for roses on the corner street
Anticipating to help, but walking on slowly
Wishing to let them know that they’re worthy
Roses, many roses on the corner street
On the table the flower lay,
Making amends for yesterday.
I did not touch it, I could not,
It would lie there to wilt and rot.
I could forgive, but not forget,
I would not cry, I would not regret.
The pink petals were sent to entice,
Oh, my love you do not play nice.
You give me a flower to ease your guilt,
To try to regain the trust, try to rebuild.
No, my love it is not be so,
Take your pink rose and go.
© Cynthia Clark
Dying Petals
Crepe like outer petals of the pink rose wilt
allowing the inner petals to spring forth
brightly showcasing their dusty color.
A pale pink rose not perfect all round
A pale yellow tinge hints that it was found upon the ground
Reminding us all that life's not infinite
We are hear on earth for as long as there's light
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Oh, blushing, vestal, tender heart
Thy bloom of youth is now depart
Your calm perfection now imparts
Serenity, in a timeless art.
Love all of these efforts, well done everyone ☓
Roses on a street corner in Chatanooga, Tennessee
Dressed in skirts of lurid colors, primarily shades of red, occasionally pink
At a loss for money, and supper to eat
Live roses on a corner street
Roses in this town aren’t genuinely seen
They appear as beggars, producing dirty seeds
Encountering murky love, leaving putrid leaves
Live roses on a corner street
Sorrow for roses on the corner street
Anticipating to help, but walking on slowly
Wishing to let them know that they’re worthy
Roses, many roses on the corner street
On the table the flower lay,
Making amends for yesterday.
I did not touch it, I could not,
It would lie there to wilt and rot.
I could forgive, but not forget,
I would not cry, I would not regret.
The pink petals were sent to entice,
Oh, my love you do not play nice.
You give me a flower to ease your guilt,
To try to regain the trust, try to rebuild.
No, my love it is not be so,
Take your pink rose and go.
© Cynthia Clark
Dying Petals
Crepe like outer petals of the pink rose wilt
allowing the inner petals to spring forth
brightly showcasing their dusty color.
A pale pink rose not perfect all round
A pale yellow tinge hints that it was found upon the ground
Reminding us all that life's not infinite
We are hear on earth for as long as there's light