I Am The Withered Rose Read Count : 26

Category : Poems

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Blue in the sky,
The sea also blue...
My bad mood makes me blue too.

I see you coming alive with flowers,
I am the withered rose
That has gone out between your fingers,
Leaving alive only thorns.

Red on my blouse,
Red as my heart.
Red is the blood
That stains all my bones.

I see you leaving,
I count your uneven steps.
I am the ground on which the flowers sit,
Making them bloom every spring.

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