SAD PARTA Poem by Rose of many colourssome pain The sea was called forth As part of earth And waters separate us On land from land it must, Here we cast our cares; When our eyes filled with tears. But now the ocean can hold no more; Thus pain roam and bleeds my heart sore. The waves bashed the rocks to sand; And mortar the little that saves a man. Though beauty is a cost, So much, so much is lost.
© 2014 Rose of many colours
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StatsAuthorRose of many coloursSan Fernando , Trinidad and TobagoAboutHello. I'm from the Caribbean,Trinidad and Tobago. Writing is my companion, it defines the person i am. 'My tongue is the pen of a ready writer' this is my favourite verse in the Bible. My expe.. more..Writing
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