I am planting rose stems
To bring in the courageous admirers
Willing to face their fears and tears
Daring to climb the steep and fall the height
To achieve the scented success.
I am planting rose thorns
To keep away cowardly imposters
Trying to abduct and steal beauty
From the rosebed of sweat and blood
Taking gain without strain and pain.
YOU ARE READING
Pillow Folds
PoetryThoughts and images that turned in tears Tears that remained in pillow folds for years. Cover credits: @Kihi-98
