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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required White Rose Oh, no, not the poet, Why not the maiden with dark eyes Shadowed by distant tears, I will help her to shun her fears And silence her night cries… Oh, there he comes, the poet… Yellow Rose Hush, be silent, be quiet, He listens to what we say, Our whispers travel like a light ray, Changing the night into a day. White Rose I will not die, Nor see my petals be carried by the wind, No, I will bloom in her lush mind, Even if I left my dried ruins in a water glass While the blowing whistle carries my petals. Red rose There, the poet will lie, Murmuring words like every noon, Then will take one of us And offer as his boon. Oh, we die but art lives. White Rose I will not have my hand idle, Weaving like the cypress branches, No, my hand will play a magical fiddle And she will listen to the tune, Because I will be playing near her heart And she will be resting on my leaves. Yellow Rose Look how she weaves the threads, Blue? Purple? Pink? Green? Roses with those colors are unseen, Yet, she will have them to mime… White Rose, what fate do you aim? White Rose I only plan to be untrue, Like the snow falling on a cedar Inside globe made of glass, Or the feelings from a reader, That does not seem to exist But even so refuses to pass. Red Rose Those will be the roses she crafts. Yellow Rose Those will be the roses he crafts. Red Rose And those roses will forever last. White Rose When Adam saw the half-eaten fruit, He knew his destiny was set, Wherever Eve would fall, He would follow, He would fall. He gazed the last Eden’s sunset And laid among the tree’s roots, Silent were the first steps of Time. I will not die as long Love is my crime.
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