
The poetry of the rose
Is of beauty and pain.
Tempting to the touch,
Till blood lays the stain.
Perspective is everything
For many won’t see her good.
In the aftermath of her lover’s hurt
She is often misunderstood.
Beauty is a blessing,
And a curse indeed.
For when you feel the pain-
It’s really the petals that bleed.
By: Phanuel Ayelum.
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Breif yet profound. Its beautiful ❤️
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