The Rose Only Knows
even a nose becomes a rose
to long at the wine it glows
as a nation without God
becomes only temporal sod
all the gross sides of life
generate the unmerciful strife
my God, my God
glows the nosy roses
of soulless sod
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2012
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