I Cultivate a White Rose

Poem by Jose Marti
I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand frankly.

And for the cruel person who tears out
the heart with which I live,
I cultivate neither nettles nor thorns:
I cultivate a white rose.
(Contributed by daniel on Thursday, March 24th, 2011)
 
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