BEHOLD THE ROSES
And the rain kissed their cheeks:
Supple and delicate to a hungry lips.
Scent and fragrance excite the weary,
But angry thorns push them away.
Dare not touch their gentle beauty
As dainty as a glass.
Behold the roses!
They fall apart and die
To be reborn at another time.
©Leah C Dancel
Copyright@April 4, 2017
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SH-Australia
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