The Screaming Rose

I’d never heard a rose

scream then again

one never spoke to me

She’d lost her petals 

of her Spring by when

her season changed

where is my love! Beyond

the valley-sorrow awash

over hills o’blue!

is when I heard

a rose scream

all her red upon the ground

and just but thorns

and wilted stem 

screaming, “woe is me!” 

:: 03-16-2015 ::

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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