this
love opens like a blooming rose
its fragrance tickles my nose open
in full bloom all I see is love
until the petals begins to fade
and love becomes a painful thorn
yet still I hold onto hope for a new
its fragrance tickles my nose open
in full bloom all I see is love
until the petals begins to fade
and love becomes a painful thorn
yet still I hold onto hope for a new
rose to
bloom when spring returns
- Inspired by WD 2021 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 9
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