Poetry: A Handful Of Roses

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The rose petals bleed into the air, 

the same color as the blood in our veins, 

dripping from my finger, pricked by the thorns,

but I don't mind, for they are beautiful,

So thank you, love,

for the handful of roses. 


-End Of "A Handful Of Roses." Thank you so much for reading! Look out of my next poetry book, coming soon!


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