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When the Roses Cry
written by LaDyJ on304:18 AM 3/27/05Roses were by far, her very favorite flower,
She would linger with the roses, in her garden for hours.
Such a joyful soul, each day she would sing,
Looking forward to what joy, each new day would bring.
Daily she set vases of roses in every room,
Until each room was scented with their sweet perfume.
There was something special about her, that was truly rare,
Her eyes were filled with love, tenderness and care.
There was a loving honesty in her gentle way,
The memory of her will linger on day after day.
Someone came into her garden and tore it all apart,
Crushed her gentle spirit and broke her loving heart.
Now she no longer tends her garden, no roses does she bring,
No more sweet perfume, no joyful songs does she sing.
Closed now for eternity are her gentle loving eyes,
The only sound left in her garden is when the roses cry. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
a poem on Domestic Violence.
much courtosey to "BrownEyez"
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (3-27-2005 - 04:27 AM)
| thats an incredible poem! i loved it! |
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