The Rose Bush
It feels thorny to the touch, though the flower itself is as soft as silk.
It smells sweet and fresh as it sits alone in the damp soil.
It looks like a deadly trap; it's so colourful and diverse.
You can hear the sound of buzzing bees trying to collect its sweet pollen.
It tastes bitter and rustic, like an old memory.
A five senses poem by Ariana Kulikov, 2015.
Copyright © Ariana Kulikov | Year Posted 2015
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