ROSES AND THORNS
Everything
is roses and thorns
can you smell the beauty?
I am bleeding here and there
no place to grow
except in this
fine soil
I'm deep red
green stem
hope
hope is green
War is red too
when I last was in a
War
I lost
can you smell the petals
falling?
potpourri
smells of beauty
that died
a heap of petals
means
whatever was picked
had been living
as if a love is spent
like the beauty
of a rose
long past
its prime
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