The Rose and the Shadow
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The rose spoke o the shadow:
"But why do you follow me?"
The shadow replied, "Never have I seen
A beauty to rival with thee."
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The rose blushed in confusion
And didn't know what to say
The shadow, courteously said:
"Let me stay near you if I may".
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"It is only by your substance
That I may take form
Your very existence enables me
To exist and perform."
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The rose and the shadow thus
Became the closest of friends
From sunrise to sunset
The shadow the rose defends.
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Copyright: Rani Turton
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1 comment:
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Blake
Liked your poem. Thanks--David
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