The bud of a red rose
A drop of blood against the snow
The prick of a thorn
Giving birth to beauty
The petals soft
Fragrant
Red like a young woman's lips
Guarded by the sting of pain.
Young
Not yet bloomed
But already protected
Already treasured
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Petals of Eternity
PoetryA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
