Saturday, March 26, 2016

Rose Blood

















The beauty of life blood.
The roses in bloom.
Life is beauty
Life is a rose.

Slowly blooming, pink flowers.
Blood pink and luscious
The life of one's past.
The petals bloom.

The Spring ends.
The bloom starts to wilt
The petals turn colour.
And fall off, to die.

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