The rose

Like the rose
Vibrant & red,
The petals fall
Until it’s dead.
Thorns protect
Its inner shell,
To guard it from
This living hell.
Burying its roots
Underground,
It feeds from life
All around.
For then it lives
& then it dies,
Ready to be cut
From our very eyes.

K

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8 Responses to The rose

  1. Coyote from Orion says:

    Knights of the Rose

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  2. devereaux frazier says:

    Reblogged this on Creative Writing Reblogged.

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  3. Beautiful alagory, flows so lyrically.
    A rose is almost the perfect symbol for human life. so fragile, has devolved a defensive guard but there’s still a part of you that remains exposed. Maybe that why they’re synonymous with relationships.
    Beautiful piece!

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