<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361480" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Rose With A Tinted Past</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wind from the north country.<br>Blows through the tapestry of my mind.<br>Like flowers in the wind.<br>I sway like a silver birch.<br>Winging high I soar though the sky.<br>A bird of tell tale feather below.<br>Ah, a rose with a tinted past.<br>A tear of dew on each new petal.<br>Shadow of sky I see. <br>A big yellow eye that warns me.<br>Spring has fallen by the way side.<br>Summer warms each small bed.<br>Sleep eluded the dreamers head.<br>Days hark of summer sandwich paste.<br>Eaten down in gulps of haste.<br>Gone are the winter winds.<br>Replaced by summers warm rays. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, our rose with a tinted past.<br>Born out of a refuse tip.<br>Born with buds pointing skyward high.<br>To catch the sun through a cloudy sky.<br>Born with a majestic air.<br>The dark clouds of heaven see you there.<br>Rain dances on your petals blight.<br>Sky thunder roars.<br>Storm of shadows pass overhead.<br>Wind of tears, tears and shreds, <br>the petals from our roses head.<br>Sky of blue, no clouds of night.<br>Looks down at the sorry sight.<br>Head limp, beauty gone.<br>Sadness of glory light.<br>No longer see the sunlight.<br>Petals sweet, insect head.<br>Food for natures bed.<br>Earth dust shower still.<br>Life is short to fulfil<br>Day - night passes a solemn breath.<br>For our tinted roses death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 June 1978</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361480" data-title="A Rose With A Tinted Past de David Harris" data-description="A wind from the north country. Blows through the tapestry of my mind. Like flowers in the wind. I sway like a silver birch. Winging high I soar though the sky. A bird of tell tale feather below. Ah, a rose with a tinted past. A tear of dew on each..."></div> </div> </div>

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