Sharper Than a RoseA Poem by Rachelsymbolism is the tool of higher thinkingall around me people thrash and cry yet strangely for one of mine eyes catches a rose a bush to fill the chasm knows no remorse I reach and pluck a silly rose as if upon a horse When Death comes near, ever moving forward I clutch my rose with both hands now have I a sword Death comes straight and true, my sword, it pricks me He smites me with one blow, rose petals fall, three. © 2010 RachelReviews
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