There grows one rose,
long of stem,
Full of blush
and
thorn.
Here lies one hand
subtly shakes,
As shards curl with
anticipation,
Fully barbed and bekoning
'Come closer'...
Gaze upon
admiring from afar love's frailty,
Reach not out
But in,
For there is where
the rose has been.
2008 sinnaminsun
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