See,
that brick red rose.
Its naked velvety rose
attracts wanton worms.
See,
a worm is coming,
licking its clammy lips,
from that breathless rose.
See,
ants are now running,
running all around,
holding lumps of petals.
Revised
Dec. 11, 2020
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