The Rose Poem by Winter Coulter

The Rose



The tainted rose leaves her impression
She dreams of love
But her petals are crushed under the heel
She loved him
He broke her
She cries as she lies there bleeding and broken
She becomes the dirt that gave her life
There she sleeps forever more
Still dreaming of the love that was once there.

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Winter Coulter

Winter Coulter

Winnemucca, Nevada
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