White Rose
A white rose among the red.A trickle of blood and it, too, is red.
A trickle of blood and I am red...
Oh, to be a white rose again.
White Rose
A white rose among the red.Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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