Nature's beauty
Captured in a single flower
First the smell
Captivating with its fragrance
Too sweet to describe with mere words
Next the sight
Memorizing with its simple but
Everlasting, ever constant colour
Flaring scarlet, deep
Blood red, but surrounded by
Soft pink, accenting the
Red.
Though bees buzz and
Butterflies flutter
None dared touch the fragile
Beauty of the blossom.
Finally, longing touch,
Feel the softness of
Fragile petals
Feel gently for
Fear of seeing the blossom
Fracture into a million pieces that
Fly into the wind
Free.
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
