November 11, 2010

Not So Red

I see a rose that's ever so red,
But then it's not red, within my head,
It's every colour under the sun,
Every award that can ever be won,

Every life that's been called home too soon,
Every star that shines by the moon,
Every road that has ever been walked,
And every word that has ever been talked,

Every guide that has ever led,
Dare ask me now, why the rose isn't red.
Although red it may be within your sight.
There's many more shades under the shining light.

Jennifer Don

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