Two dying roses
On the sleeping ground,
A silent darkness
Full of grief,
And stilled voices
Whispers their prays
In blessed chapel
Under trees,
Where roses grown…
Two beauty roses
Lying on the grave,
Two perfect rubies
Under falling snow
One - from his beloved,
Another Brought by friends
Both watered by their grief…
Two single roses
I have found,
Two drops of blood
Which snow has covered,
Two seared roses
On the sleeping ground
Two drops of soul
Of one, who’s buried…
Thee Red Roses
© Copyright: Олег Харден, 2003
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