Soft But Thorned
I am the rose the night can’t drown,?
A bloom that leans when skies turn down.?
A myriad stars above me glow,?
While serpentine winds around me blow.
The lunar hush, it knows my name,?
A girl of light, a heart of flame.?
Soft, but built of root and thorn,?
A thousand times, I’ve been reborn.
One day, they’ll see what hides in me,?
A queen, unclaimed, yet meant to be.
Copyright © Rina Doro | Year Posted 2025
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