A Dark Room
Flower in a dark room,
Why there you hide
Your splendid bloom?
Windowsill that leaks the sun,
Why let you not drench
The budding one?
O Flower that groweth
There;
Your bloom makes wild
The summer air.
Flower in a dark room,
How come thee not wish
To rise,
With the sun’s golden eyes?
To make thee more beautiful;
More resolute, with each flush of your pinkish
Hue.
My dearest rose,
O flower that grows -
In that dark room.
Copyright © Jaque Ro | Year Posted 2016
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