By JH Sayyar
O Rose, let us leave this tonight and be free,
The thorns have grown in this garden of pain,
The moonlight is whispering over the sea,
And stars long to loosen our sorrowful chain.
The winds are not kind in this withered domain,
The fragrance we share is now faded and cold,
The petals are bruised by a love gone insane,
The sad tale of our beauty too bitterly told.
Let silence be kind where the voices burned,
Let dawn find us far from this sorrowful place,
Where hearts betrayed May in freedom is turned,
And time can forget every shadowed trace.
O Rose, let us leave — for the hour is right,
The dark binds us not; we’ll bloom in new light.
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