Red RoseA Poem by KatieBeauty is found in many things. Even when they're broken.
You are
A rose dared to be picked. Causing pain In certain places I touch. Slowly rotting. No water. Lack of soil. Roots crippled. Yet you are Beautiful Acquit Stunning. The rain drops are no tears. They are joy. Pure joy. Carefully dripping off your peddles.
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StatsAuthorKatieAboutHey! Im a huge poetry fan and artist. I love my two Pygmy goats, Rygby and Mable and my red head horse, Reba. more..Writing
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