The destiny of Rose of Ronce

The destiny of Rose of Ronce

A few poetic words, placed last summer on a sheet of paper, then that you helped me pass some difficult moments.

I know that your friends have you always called it affectionately « Pink ».

In french, « Pink » is translated by Rose and Rose is one of the most beautiful flower ... Here is thus :

The destiny of Rose of Ronce

By a day of big wind
Fell a small flower among the brambles of the meadow
Small wild flower to ancestry royal
Grew in the dry and hard ground of its life
She understood well the heart and the value
Of the bramble to the herb of fields

Her cousins, flowers of paper and hearts of wind
Made for pleasing it without displeasing
In an ground of abundance,
Do endure only the time of the appearance

Small wild flower, perfume of tenderness
Stalk thorns inside fragile
Ray of sunshine piercing the clouds
Sings the bramble and the herb of fields

Small wild flower, perfume of tenderness
Who gives color to life
Spreads your scent, balm of our wounds
Sing the bramble and the herb of fields

Small wild flower, perfume of tenderness
Here is thus the drawing of your life

Affectionately
Claude Smiling

Twitter: ClaudePerreault

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cause claudes new! welcome claude. nice poem. love the imagery. it has a very meaningful message to
well done
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-"Burn this f*cker down!"

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AMEN! LONG L!VE P!NK!!
Spreading P!nkianity
*P!nk's Feisty Hoe*

Very nice Claude - I don' t remember reading any of your poems here before. Please keep posting.

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