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The red rose stands alone in the cold.
The green leaves curve in the mist.
The soldiers shake and cough as the sun becomes gold.
Bombs boom and thud as water sprays in a twist.
The reflection of the smooth, flat gun.
The spray of color as the bitter men run.
You can faintly hear a survivor's groan.
And yet, the red rose still stands alone.
- by chibiviolet |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/19/2008 |
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- Title: The Red Rose
- Artist: chibiviolet
- Description: Once again, wrote this for school. Tell me what you think. ^_^b
- Date: 10/19/2008
- Tags: redrose
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Atheshya - 05/23/2010
- This is really good. It's a good concept, and there's great description and rhyming in it.
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- chamomille_tea101 - 10/21/2008
- man i abouslutly love this poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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- Ate Monay - 10/19/2008
- i love it! its so profound, penetrating, abtruse, deep and like heel beautiful!!! keep up the good poetry!!!
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- a s t r o c a k e s _ - 10/19/2008
- I like this one ^^
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