ROSES




I do not like roses

For even in their prime

Their petals remain folded

And when they finally

Open up to bloom

Their youth and beauty

Have withered, faded

And they droop down their

Necks in repentance

Of their past, pretentious

Reservations, exhaling

Forth in vain their long

Concealed fragrances.

 

- AR

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