Thorns Upon a Wilted Vine
Thorns upon a wilted vine
hidden within my flower bed
Through and about they do twine
From my flesh, the color red
Hidden within my flower bed,
my emotions do languor
From my flesh, the color red
weeps, yet I feel no anger
My emotions do languor
Though the ancient Willow tree
weeps, yet I feel no anger
No flowers do I see
Though the ancient Willow tree,
through and about they do twine
No flowers do I see,
thorns upon a wilted vine
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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