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!
B e y o n d
the valley-sorrow awash
over hills o’blue!
is when I heard
a rose scream
all her red upon the ground
within blood and thorns
cried wilted stem
screaming, “woe is me!”
:: 03-16-2015 ::
July 10th, 2020 at 7:15 pm
This is just so beautiful.
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July 17th, 2020 at 8:26 pm
Thank you so much. It is so nice to hear from readers. ❤
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