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whit rose
Contributed by
jay89
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Saturday, 22nd April 2006 @ 09:26:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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White rose
Petals of silk
Weighed down by the raindrops
Lifted by its hopes
Petals of grace
Weighed down by the beating of a heavy hail storm
Lifted by the sunrays
Petals of thought
Weighed down by pain
Lifted by the higher promise
Petals of lost hope
Weighed down by death
Lifted by the heavens
Thorns filled with every
Ounce of hatred drained
From thy heart.
Thorns filled with every
Second of my lives lost
Dreams that have died
Thorns filled with all
Of lifes old memories that
Will be lost forever.
Petals connected
To the stem that
Holds all the many
Thorns that pierced my tears
The white rose
Is a pick of its own?
Just like the one who planted it
And the one who choose to pick it.
Copyright ©
jay89
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Re: whit rose
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by wild_girl121 on
Saturday, 22nd April 2006 @ 11:40:43 PM AEST
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| very good write. i enjoyed it a lot |
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Re: whit rose
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by JGB on
Sunday, 23rd April 2006 @ 01:43:41 PM AEST
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Sounds sad
Thank you for sharing this.
Good write. |
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Re: whit rose
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by Alison on
Sunday, 23rd April 2006 @ 02:23:11 PM AEST
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| a very deep thought there at the end. moving and strong feeling throughout this write. awesome job. |
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Re: whit rose
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 3rd May 2006 @ 08:26:10 PM AEST
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Thorns, drained, tears, died, pierced, weighed, death. Ah........ you have painted a wilted rose, made white by higher promise and lifted by the heavens. A little dreary in sadness, but powerful in meloncholoy.
wabl
KenMoore
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