The Withered Rose, From My Collection Split Mind
The Withered Rose
The withered rose
May be tattered and torn
Scorned by past trauma
Still, she is beautiful…
She keeps thorns to protect
That which is left
She has been eaten alive
Stepped on near death
Therefore, it is the withered rose
That I adore
For there is beauty in her struggle…
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2022
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