Red rose
Red rose
Oh how your thorns grow
Prick me here
And prick me there
I'll never grow tired of your sharp stare
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365 days of Ashes
PoésieOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
Day 134: Red Rose Red Rose
Red rose
Red rose
Oh how your thorns grow
Prick me here
And prick me there
I'll never grow tired of your sharp stare
