Thy Rose

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The magic of the rose flower

Submitted: September 04, 2018

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Thy rose is pure to touch,

But lethal to feel.

Misleading through beauty,

Misleading through time.

One single drop of saturns window,

Forever accustomed to your taste

 

Thy rose is crisp and fragile,

The moon, rising above its head with a sinister feel.

It urns for your taste,

But your skin shys away.

It has no power here.

 

The eight pecks are nigh,

Thy rose senses your fear of the pitch beyond its thorns.

It feels victorious, it feels power once more.

With one clean cut, you seperate the flora from its roots.

Placing it in a vase,

A vase of temporary admiration,

A vase for her. 

 


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