As the world kept falling apart
And I had no words of solace to offer
I went to buy roses for my lady
I passed houses being demolished
Houses being built
I crossed bridges of steel
Rivers of ice
And while it was cold
And hostility hung in the air
Like a breath withheld
The bouquet resting in my arms
Turned into a shield of humanity
And then back into roses
#1 by Nomzi Kumalo on January 8, 2015 - 3:10 am
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#2 by Jenna on December 5, 2022 - 7:02 am
Great post thannkyou