Emily

A beautiful rose;

Bred in forest,

Found in budding

 

A blooming rose;

The mountain smiled down,

Cradled the petals with love

 

A withering rose;

Doused with poison,

Dragged through the snow

Of the mountain’s wretched fingers

 

A deadly rose;

Escaped the mountain,

Swimming soundlessly

Through ocean and desert,

Found again by the mourning mountain,

Shocked to find the thorns

On the rose’s cheeks

 

I wonder if I truly

Was the one to break her

Comments

savigirl14

This poem is very powerful

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