I'm pretty like blood in snow, a stark delight,
A vivid splash where all is cold and white.
In silent woods, my crimson hues unfold,
A story soft, yet daring, to be told.
Against the chill, I shimmer, bright and bold,
A fleeting glimpse of warmth in winters hold.
With every flake my beauty stands alone,
A tender mark where natures grace is shown.
Oh, how I dance with the frozen air,
A contrast rich, in silence, full of care.
For life and love, like seasons, ebb and flow,
I linger here, a rose on fields of snow
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PuisiLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
