The Rose
Watch it bloom in the midnight sun,
embrace its deep scarlet glow,
feel its thorns pierce your tender,
soft silk skin.
Watch it wilt in the frost,
creating frozen dew upon its petals,
sparkling like pieces of broken crystal,
feel its powerful allurement,
mystery and conjuration embracing your
mind within its gentle touch of attraction
and disguised true meaning,
although silently it whispers many
words of truth and beholds the fate
of life - birth and death.
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