Red Roses
Of all the flowers- I love the rose,
and the most beautiful is red;
in my journals I have them pressed.
A vase of drooping red- beside my bed,
this color of forever death and love;
oh, I do adore a grouping of red.
And in my last gasp- to hold a red rose
to my lips until my hand lips;
oh, please place red roses on my tomb,
but first, give each a kiss . . .
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May 29, 2017
Verse/Red Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 905541
Red
Mystic Rose
10th Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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