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Sara Rose Poem
Tears dot the edge of her eyes
upon seeing how the tables have turned,
as the village a week ago by her side
now coerces her towards the pyre.
Silence shrouds the field
like a foreboding veil of fog
as each step she walks is dry cement
approaching the burning logs.
The she steps straight into the flames
a mask of nobility upon her face
as she prays with the fire licking her sari
that her love may conquer all.
Copyright © Sara Rose | Year Posted 2025
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Sara Rose Poem
Like the orange flame on a burning candle,
like a little kitten's sweet purr,
may the sweet scent of your unperishing love,
remain in your home forever.
The future can't be seen,
though we wish it could,
but may you hold each other's hands
through life's wild wood,
The sun shines on,
as does the moon,
may your love be like them,
forever a boon.
Copyright © Sara Rose | Year Posted 2022
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Sara Rose Poem
To every flame there is fuel,
to every building there is a foundation,
for every swimmer there is a pool,
to every love there is connection.
Everything needs support.
Something to encourage them, hold them up,
for every country there are soldiers,
people bravely protecting the borders.
They live in honor,
with never-ending patriotism,
they die in honor,
their souls remembered under the flag.
Connection to one's country
is something no one can kill,
its something these soldiers prove,
forever brave and strong.
Copyright © Sara Rose | Year Posted 2022
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Sara Rose Poem
Hair like corkscrews,
crazy curly and short,
pulled into two plaits,
begging to be let free.
With her eyes wandering about,
she sprouts a smile on my face,
as she boards the bus,
her bag like a tortoise shell
on her back.
A new girl has come to school,
a new friend; a new enemy;
possibilities are endless...
Copyright © Sara Rose | Year Posted 2022
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