Pink roses

There are pink rose
behind the razor wire,
the cups of some are already open
and the buds of some
still is closed.

Green stems protrude
over a white wall
where razor sharp wire
cordon it off

and the soft scent
of flourishing flowers
catches me while
I walk to the post box
to get some letters.

poem by Gert StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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