FROM THE GARDEN OF ROSES

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By Esther Jeruto Koros 

Pick for me the rose                                

In pink, violet and red

For the heart so close

To despair in bed

 

Pick for me the rose

When the rain dulls

Covering the thorny moss

Unearthing hope in curls

 

Pick for me the rose

Pass in on in quiet

For my pain to unhorse

Kept immortal by the poet 

© 2013

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