The House Next To The Rose Tree

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Perhaps we shall always be captives of a prophecy
We shall never nonetheless
Walk into the rose garden,*

I
No longer anticipate in vain
The house next to the rose tree
The bliss that was abruptly abducted from me
I

No longer expect the slightest semblance of joy
And whatever Grandpa uttered …was
False presumption.

He can no longer

Foretell… the future
Like the oracle at Delphi …

He can no longer

Predict insinuate indicate
The new Emperor has outlawed

Him
His history and
His prophecies……

(c) Andrea Demetriou

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