The Rose and the Thorn
The Rose and the Thorn
The red little bloom on the side of the walk
Caught my eye at the start of dawn
The cherry little sight was too hard to balk
The sweet little whiff made me to carry on the long
Blink of an eye with the lost thoughts
The best was to loot even with the warn
Looked either side to grapple on the stalk
The torn in the way with a tingle on the grope
Thorn turned red from the hash of the wound
Rouse from the sleep from the sudden dwam
Grief stuck hard hurting through the soul
The gloomy little journey came crashing down the long
The sweet little glimpse was so hard to loose
Mutter on the way of her charming smook
The simper in the air with the lovely booze
Strode down the path with the clenched bloom
Copyright © Senura Fernando | Year Posted 2015
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