Prick Of The Thorns Poem by RIC BASTASA

Prick Of The Thorns



reality is not in the red petals
of the rose
decorated with six drops of dew

it is in the prick of the thorns
piercing your skin
letting out drops and drops of
blood

it is the pain in the mind
when the body starts to move out of focus
when the heart
begins to sing the old lines of the blues

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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