The Remains Of Yellow Roses [POEM]

Friendship and happiness is one thing,

but unadulterated jealousy?

I fear such a thing, and am surprised

how these two have such a connection.

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The Remains Of

Yellow Roses

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Come hither and smell the roses

that soothes just like a caress,

one that brings about nostalgia

directly sent from Valhalla,

It's from the curse of memory

given by Mnemosyne,

but fools who try to

would feel nothing but hot ember,

Although, I want to be held tight,

be directed to the light

and away from this agony

that could drown me just like the sea,

But the stars across the night sky

failed to tell me I can't fly,

that I am forever rooted

which made me just as good as dead,

The remains of yellow roses,

scattered, just like the losses

of one's hope and faith of this life

that is forever filled with strife,

Just like a wound that can't be healed

or that of a broken shield,

both of which just left forgotten,

prophesied time and time again,

This understandable sorrow,

this great and powerful woe,

hymn that spoke of bereft glory

that's nothing but a sob story,

Yellow roses that reeks of death

could end lies with just a breath,

while 'tis the shade of amity,

'tis, too, the colour for envy,

But for one to envy the dead,

I could see the plants turn red

as they soak up the scarlet hue

made fresh from the blood that they drew,

Come hither to this old garden

that rivals the faerie glen

with its abundance of flowers

attended after some hours,

Roses, fiery gold like ichor,

is tempting, just like liqueur,

for such a rose would represent

either friendship or cold resent,

Come hither and smell the roses

that calms just like one's caress,

but see to it there's no remains

hidden inside some martyr's veins,

For they would nurture that small seed

'til they become its garden bed.

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ıllı Wolfgang Hasselmann ıllı

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