Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Where The White Roses Grow


I wanted to come back, over the summer

But one day took another

Just like when you walked amongst us

I thought of you every day

But I never let you know

Now you lie silent

Where the white roses grow

Where the white roses grow



Locked in the holy sacrament

Of the naked truth

This is a piece of life

No one will ever know

Locked in the holy sacrament

Of stolen youth

This is a tragedy

Left untold



Now a cold wind is blowing amongst the tombstones

And one day take another

Just like when we cried at your funeral

I think of you every day

But I can’t make myself go

Silent and alone

Where the white roses grow

Where the white roses grow



Locked in the holy sacrament

Of the naked truth

This is a piece of life

No one will ever know

Locked in the holy sacrament

Of stolen youth

This is a tragedy

Left untold


By Mette Stenfalk  ( Denmark )

5 comments:

  1. tragic indeed..........sad,moving poetry

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  2. does this poem in anyway relate to u and wat happend in real life.just curious.....

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  3. I like the use of ' this is a tragedy left untold'

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