The RoseA Poem by WindsorWolf28
A darkened rose,
The color of night, Petals of thorns, And browning leaves. A dying rose, That forever bleeds, Obscured by fog, Struck by disease. A growing rose, Caged by thorns, No humans dare to pick it, While monsters crush it's being. A deadly rose, Petals of burgundy, Thorns dripping blood, And leaves forever furling. © 2015 WindsorWolf28Reviews
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1 Review Added on February 10, 2015 Last Updated on February 10, 2015 AuthorWindsorWolf28Pasadena, MDAboutI'm a depressed person, that doesn't make me suicidal. I love to write. I hate math. I write mostly poetry and short stories. more..Writing
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