Roses
Every rose has its thorns
Those extend from the stem like devils’ horns
Of the pain each thorn warns
Each of us to get to the flower in life must pass their own thorns
The rose can blood red
If you were to constantly had bled
Soon enough you would be dead
So spirit of life is represented by rose that is red
Some roses are silver blue
Moon is represented by this hue
Moon representing mystery in times old and new
So spirit of mystery is represented by silver blue
Yellow or teas colored roses are put on graves during fall
That may seem like sorrow but that is not all
For with their help spirit travels to divine hall
So they represent immortality of the soul and divinities’ call
Finally when white roses grow
Their petals are white like snow
That will clean the world when it falls with winds’ blow
The spirit of purity is represented by white rose as well as spirits’ flow
The complex is the roses flower
That represents force that starts with perfect true divine power
Then extended soul is forces bestower
Finally neural flame and its version of none linearity is forces grower
At the end blue rose of mystery given to thou
And with it moonstone will make you see
Something you would otherwise never see
And be something thou otherwise would never be
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