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Rose Busch Poem
Music is a medium
Ideas are a wave
Make the two an item
Your ideas, here to stay
Copyright © Rose Busch | Year Posted 2019
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Rose Busch Poem
Smell the roses,
Smell their air
Wonder what sweet sounds they'd share
Sounds of summer, sounds of fall,
Sounds so sweet, you'd pick them off
Tasteful colors,
Tasteless thorns
A taste of iron in the blood they pour
A taste of medicine, for ours they fall
For their tasteful colors and vitality do warm
A touch of love
A touch of fear
If roses could touch, how would they feel?
Touched, through thorns adorned with a prick of blood
Touched, by petals adored but picked for fun
Copyright © Rose Busch | Year Posted 2019
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Rose Busch Poem
It started at 1, 4 came soon
Covered the world in blue
That used to be my favorite hue
24 hours and two moons
A lot can change in just a day
Some phases never let you stay the same
24 years of abuse
Put a blanket on the past and
Throw it in a casket
24 years out of view
Starting over feels so tragic
But crazier things have happened
Copyright © Rose Busch | Year Posted 2024
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