Category : Poems

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A rose 
will play games, 
Taunt you with thorns,
Jealousy buzzing 
Ring ring
The essence radiants 
drawing one in
Closer as you look
Ouch 
Sting sting,
Digging its soil
Picking its roots
Hope to carry it in
Wither wither
You place her back
With another idea
Beside her You plant
With her 
Together you stem
Blossom and root 
Starting your own field