The weather forecast for tomorrow
Predicts a spell of heavy rain
Red clouds will line up in the sky
Pour forth a heavy dose of pain
Roses will drop in every street
Gardens will wear a glorious crown
But let every man be warned to
Not go roaming ’round in town
For every dainty flower falling
Will be equipped with a thorn
That will bleed you to your death
Before the rise of the next day morn’
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This poem proves too a very wide world of imagination. I liked this (as well 🙂 )
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Thank you so much!
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my life has in harmonic coincidences with some of these poems
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Really? How so?
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Very interesting coincidences.
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There is a guy currently in my life named Felix, what’s happening in my life match some of poems you wrote. 🙂
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Interesting!
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Love the imagery in this. Beautiful poem
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Thanks a lot!
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Great imagery!
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Thank you!
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🙂 @ For every dainty flower falling
Will be equipped with a thorn
That will bleed you to your death
Before the rise of the next day morn’
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