White Roses Painted Crimson Red

A poem by Simon Nguyen
Who painted white roses crimson-red?
Who asked to pick bitter grapes?
Oh unscrupulous Fate! Why thou hast to be so cruel
And make her choose between worldly happiness and love?


I looked to the other side of the river; she looked from the other side.
Our passive eyes briefly met, but we were soon on our ways.

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