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The Red Rose's

Poetry By: aruntp

“War” exits in the world where love never exist; where greed exists; where paranoia exists; the red rose always blooms, where the loneliness grip the psyche. It transforms the world into a heaven… when fallen one create and perceive hell out of every thing… a poem about a symbolic Red Rose.

Submitted:Mar 23, 2010    Reads: 220    Comments: 30    Likes: 11   

Spreading the fragrance of Love;
Shaping the petals of beauty;
Bloom inside abyss of the heart dipped in loneliness;
The Red Rose touches the senses;
To be tranquil, transcend the sky;
In the world of fantasy, were the lovers live.
Azure the sky;
The Red Rose was in perfect contrast;
Noises transformed into Music;
The whole world transformed into heaven;
Where hundreds of flowers bloom day and night;
Sun and Moon came again and again;
Redness faded and fragrance disappeared;
Redness darkened and dry petals flew in the wind;
Music transformed into Noises;
The whole world transformed into hell;
The Red Rose was a thing of past.


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