Poem

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Grunge, Jan 3, 2005.

  1. Grunge

    Grunge Member

    the waters are all calm
    the trees dont blow in the wind
    gripped firmly in your palm
    there is nothing you cannot mend

    but deep below the water
    rooted in the sand
    there is something that grows larger
    spreading throughout the land

    the roots have all died
    but the plants remain the same
    and under the calm waters it will hide
    not giving itself a name

    and with no eyes to see
    one dark and stormy night
    a rose grew from the sea
    but not a soul in sight

    as the sun was rising
    to start a brand new day
    the rose sank, calmly falling
    on the bottom it will lay

     

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