Roses
When a rose is just a rose there is no meaning to discover, hidden or obvious, as a rose when given to a lover to grant passage into the heart or a bouquet of roses sent to guard a body as it is lowered to the ground for everlasting rest, but what is a rose on its own, that I see before me, so many leaves caressing each other in harmony, a balance of a outward bending spiral, it falls on itself so evenly, I give witness to the beauty of the beastly thorns the rose uses as protection as if it already knows it is the desire of so many who wish it to be plucked for reasons vast.
open skies give growth
gardens of roses full bloom
a bumble bee stings
For Contest: Haibun
Date 7-1
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