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Thy rose in winter

Thy rose in winter

Thy sun is shining
Thy sky is clear
But thy cold wind,
Is blowing and will
Blow on thy rose
In winter

Thy rose in winter
Thy rain and snow
Come down all
Around thy rose
In winter

Thy rose in winter
That grows by the
Old stone wall by
Thy sea as the Raven
Sits in the tower in the
Days old as the kings
Think of war 
Thy rose in winter.
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

That sounds like a very strong Rose...

Roses are beautiful and delicate as glass usually...

It doesn't take much for them to get injured and die...

Beautiful Scene described but, quite chilly...

Brrr... 

I have to go get warm...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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Greg Etsell

Thank you so much for reading
Sparrowsong 

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Neville

Thy rose is beautifully poemed Greg .. 🌹

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Shaun Cronick

Beautifully worded and presented here Greg and a title that catches any reader's eye.
An echo and a hint of Shakespeare about it.
That can't be a bad thing.
 And neither is your rose poem, for it's splendid to read and
one to email to my daughter who love's flowers,
all flowers.
And she will love reading this.
Thank you Greg for kindly sharing and so will my daughter,
who is a big fan :)
 

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