![]() SAD PARTA Poem by Rose of many colours![]() some 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.
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StatsAuthor![]() Rose 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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