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“The Green Rose by Stewart Stafford Through fractured eyes, I see the rose I once plucked, In another man's hands. And mistakes that cannot be unmade, Sins that must go unforgiven, A resigned reluctance to surrender all hope. Those fingers enwrapping, The slender stem, That only holds spiky thorns for me now. I watch and reminisce, So close and familiar, Yet so alien and barren. I turn and walk away, Leaving the green rose, In place on the grave of what once was. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
The Green Rose by Stewart Stafford
Through fractured eyes,
I see the rose I once plucked,
In another man's hands.
And mistakes that cannot be unmade,
Sins that must go unforgiven,
A resigned reluctance to surrender all hope.
Those fingers enwrapping,
The slender stem,
That only holds spiky thorns for me now.
I watch and reminisce,
So close and familiar,
Yet so alien and barren.
I turn and walk away,
Leaving the green rose,
In place on the grave of what once was.
© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.