Dead Roses
Sharp blades through their stem
They evince smiles in all of them
Wrapped in plastics, bound by ribbons
Glittering in glass vases, beautiful prisons
They bleed in the sunshine for the bees
As the buzzers dance around petals and leaves
They could be moved from gardens to the graves
Like being sucked out of heaven to the hades
They could be with the joyous and those in pain
Scotched in the sun, soaked in the rain
They are adored flowers but all in vain
As they droop and wither to die again
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2023
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