On display, behind the glass
Vibrant red, a flower of choice
A shallow token of love
I fell inside the beautiful aroma
A rose so seemingly sweet
The petals so soft
and scent so enticing
Nothing but air
beneath my feet
Falling inside, wrapped up in pollen
Lost inside the folds
One petal falls, an I along with it
No one warned me,
of the thorns.
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