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 Strydom

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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