Стихи

Rose

No laudable utterance:
The queen of deformity,
You have no conformity,
In th'ugliest countenance.

The shameful romanticism,
The hopeless dramaticism,
Ludicrous expression,
The glamorous fashion.

Why were you selected
To fly at the firmament,
Denoting the permanent,
And being respected?

When get a propose
To accept the rose,
I toss all the forms,
Return only thorns.

Just pour blood of thine,
The body I get:
The first will be wine,
The latter—the bread.

18.02.2021