A rose simulates love and compassion
But this at a distance, though
For there is pain at the touch and death in its beauty
The brilliant red turned to corroded brown
As pedal by pedal it drifts to the ground
And in its wake
The beauty of it all
Is covered in the crimson
Of he who dared
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Façade
PoetryThis is just a huge poem book of not all but most of my poems because all the rest went to a heartless individual -.- well ... Enjoy
