Post by writerholic on Jun 1, 2005 21:16:09 GMT -5
6/1/05
Wilted Roses:
A vase full of roses,
wilted so sadly on
the window sill.
The roses are what too
much shade did kill.
Little red-heads hanging
their heads in sorrow.
I wish I had some sun
to borrow.
Even the throns are too
soft to prick my finger.
I knew that the roses could not linger.
As a thief the shade did steal the beauty
my roses did once reveal.
By: Elise Peppin
Wilted Roses:
A vase full of roses,
wilted so sadly on
the window sill.
The roses are what too
much shade did kill.
Little red-heads hanging
their heads in sorrow.
I wish I had some sun
to borrow.
Even the throns are too
soft to prick my finger.
I knew that the roses could not linger.
As a thief the shade did steal the beauty
my roses did once reveal.
By: Elise Peppin