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Read Poems by jamal Abboud

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The White Rose

I shall always remember,
the white rose,
In the barren croft,
Where I was designed to sit
On a stone, grey, mossy and soft.
I never rose,
As long as I can recollect,
Forsaken to watch it,
White beauty with pride,
Resting for a while,
High above the mirthful green tide;
Vigil beauty in royal style,
Before starting to wither,
This peaceful flower,
Each spring season,
For decades, taught me without reason,
To feel, live and die,
O, that power will never be mine,
Though I can’t weep or cry,
None could tell a tear was it or dew?
On the cheek of me, the statue.

Copyright © jamal Abboud | Year Posted 2017


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  1. Date: 5/30/2017 12:49:00 PM

    sweet poet jamaln