The Roll of the Dice

by | Nov 19, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

To gamble the sun before the dawn
Too soon the hope for peace has gone.
Though all are pure of heart at birth
We come to hate whom we should love.
The blood of Life’s within our veins
With all our sorrows all our pains.
Though this may seem a barren land
The ocean lies beyond the sand…

The rose curls up and sleeps at night
Unfolds in beauty in the light…


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