Venus’s RosesA Poem by Mari ChubinidzeRed roses planted in a filthy ravine, For the bliss of passersby. Brought there by witches, Visually stunning, Left at the mercy of rain, Blooming red. The wise will say it is in honor of the mortals, While the lowly will glance with irony, Their eyes deceitful. Just as Venus embodies perfect beauty, Red creations have emerged in this filthy place, Tender roses, the ravine’s charm. © 2024 Mari ChubinidzeFeatured Review
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