On my way
Home today
I met
A budding rose
And did a poem compose
To love, lust,
Dust, and regret.
Who knows
Whether the rose
Be closed
Still.
All flesh is grass
And I will
Into the dark forest pass
While the rose
Is blooming still
On my way
Home today
I met
A budding rose
And did a poem compose
To love, lust,
Dust, and regret.
Who knows
Whether the rose
Be closed
Still.
All flesh is grass
And I will
Into the dark forest pass
While the rose
Is blooming still
…love , lust, dust and regret.. love that line.
Thank you. I really appreciate your kind word. Best wishes – Kevin
Ditto, loved that line too .
Thank you, its great to hear that. Best wishes – Kevin
Very nicely written K.
Thank you.
Well penned, Kevin!
Thank you, Eugenia! Best wishes – Kevin
My pleasure!