All roses have their thorns

All roses have their thorns,
Angels may seem sweet,
But even they have their horns,
Black wings and tiny feet

All roses have their thorns

Nobody is perfected,
There is no such thing,
The world may seem infected
Yet still it can sing

All roses have their thorns

Sing of great glory,
And also great pain,
The world has many a story
To tell, not in vain

All roses have their thorns

Listen to its melancholic tune
Soft, tender
Warm as in June,
Yet also sad as it sings out in agony

All roses have their thorns




Poetry by Sabrina
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 15:18

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theo
I think your rhymes is kind of cheap in this poem. But hey, simplicity is great too..
2006-10-07