White rose unfurling
Wrinkling at the edges
The hue; pure and sterling
Beauty with a vengeance
Tender skin, held aloft
Bright eyes,
reaching for the prize
A summer bloom, fresh and soft
Where black thorns forever hide
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Words And Oblivion (#Whattys2017)
PoetryRhyme, words, rhythm, and oblivion. | Crack open my soul Feast on my love Use my words As boxing gloves | - E This includes some dark and depressing poems, while others are uplifting. • If you are one of those who doesn't feel the need to push on a...
