The Rose and the Thorn
Wander alone, search in vain, hunger for love, but find only pain,
Dream precious daydreams that never come true and weep golden tears a sweet as the dew
But remember, that all paths must come to an end,
And the sun chase the shadows and warm the chill winds,
Dreams can come true and and new loves be born,
The ugly, the beautiful, the Rose and the Thorn.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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| The Man who Lost His Place | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| Driver of the Universe | 1 | 07/15/2009 |
| The Rose and the Thorn | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
| An Ode to Beauty | 1 | 08/31/2009 |
| A Medieval Love Verse | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| Green Dreams | 1 | 05/22/2009 |
| Acapulco Nights | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| She's Gone | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Bonnie Lass | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Wails or the Death of Grunge | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
| Tried to Fly | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
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