Roses Are Red: Wanderer

Roses Are Red

To the norms
If roses are red
They are of love
If roses are blue
They are of care
If roses are white
They are of peace
Yet
Roses are red
Of all this that birth theses beauties hues

To today
Roses are red
But of hatred
Roses are black
And of darkness
Roses are brown
And of ashes
Yet
Roses are red
Of of this that birth thoses ugly hues

Remember

Roses are red
And red are twin by birth
By love, is red : à mother birth
By hatred, is red: à danger birth
Thus
What red did yours birth ?

H. Wanderer

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