On Poetry
Like an ancient garden,
paths intertwined
thoughts of man
cover the ground
roses bloom
stand the test of time
weeds unwanted also there
take their place
tho no one cares
fragrancies fill the air
each one
bearing its own gift
some more pleasing,
easy to adore
others lying bare.
Copyright © Michael Rice | Year Posted 2012
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