Roses Are Red Roses are red, my love, soft crimson or scarlet The colour of velvet wine so cloying like blood I remember the red rain that night petals falling And the half open window, breeze fluttering spattered curtains Roses are red, my love… Continue Reading “National Poetry Month: Roses Are Red”
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