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the plucked rose
the crown of the garden
this elegant rose
whose petals were jewels
beguiling my nose
no blemish to tarnish
its fragrance-clad bed
no tarnish to blemish
no blood thereon bled
reluctant, departing
i go on my way
its honeyed breath clinging
the whole livelong day
returning, i pause for
another brief glance
at that little gem
which so made my heart dance
but dripping sad teardrops
and sighing in pain
an empty stalk bows
where my Rose used to reign…
© Copyright 1976/Modified 2019 January 20
by Clyve A. Bowen
Public link for visual version: http://mydo.cx/ZGQ1Zjll
this elegant rose
whose petals were jewels
beguiling my nose
no blemish to tarnish
its fragrance-clad bed
no tarnish to blemish
no blood thereon bled
reluctant, departing
i go on my way
its honeyed breath clinging
the whole livelong day
returning, i pause for
another brief glance
at that little gem
which so made my heart dance
but dripping sad teardrops
and sighing in pain
an empty stalk bows
where my Rose used to reign…
© Copyright 1976/Modified 2019 January 20
by Clyve A. Bowen
Public link for visual version: http://mydo.cx/ZGQ1Zjll
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