M. Asim Nehal Rose Poems

first rose has opened
fragrance of petals invites
bee to come and dine
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I walked away from the rose,
leaving it to glow and grow.
I have no regrets whatsoever
Yet the hurt loiters with tears
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as she gazed those eyes
it reflected emptiness
like thorns piercing heart
taking the blood away from
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Life of a rose
scent so rare
bloom so bright
a symbol of love
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