Thorn Hatred Roses - Poem by Lucianna Lacroix
in a field of flowers, of thorn hatred roses,
is a little flower seed.
who knows what kind?
it grows to a bud.
green amongst the bloodred, the bloodred with thorns, old,
yet emitting eerie beauty.
but this bud,
it shuns the roses, with its simplicity.
the way it is more free,
the way it has hope,
it might grow into
a daisy, a
but once it does grow into whatever it is,
its beauty dies,
it loses simplicity,
it gets shunned by the roses,
until it withers
to the ground,
dying, , , ...
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