Looking Back MirrorA Poem by SheenLeighLil’ bud of rose Inside’s bruise
Each petals that bloom Is a Butterfly’s gloom
It’s thorns can’t bleed Of the stems that greed
The roots that caged Of the years that aged The rose that waits In the withers gate
Picked by a hand Of a rose once on land
Watered with tears Survived for years
The rose once bud Isn’t the rose on the mud.
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3 Reviews Added on January 10, 2015 Last Updated on January 10, 2015 AuthorSheenLeighPhilippines, PhilippinesAboutPocketful of poetry describes me very well. Please help me make my piece better. xoxo more..Writing
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