Blood Rose
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The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when . . . I let go,
let go, let go- I have come to your grave my true love;
with a blood red rose in my hands and wet with my tears,
and I weep, oh how I weep this love that has been taken.
My love, I have been on a journey- a labyrinth tangled,
I have found in myself courage and strength I did not know I had;
be proud of me because I have arrived at a place of utter peace,
but, I say farewell love- for I must now leave this grief behind . . .
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June 18, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Blood Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1031-943-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Poems of Poems
sponsor, Charles Messina
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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