White Rose

Poem By Alice Baudoin

What should I do
With my life
I have a rose
In my hand

A white rose
I don't know
Where to plant it
I'm turning around

Petals are flying
One by one
Getting ready
For emptiness

Comments about White Rose

a very good question like what will I do after reading all your poems...thank you I enjoy it very well. I came as a kid reading, I love it.

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