Red Rose, Blood Blooms

May 15, 2011
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A youth was nurtured;
And as it grew, beauty surrounded it;
Buds clung to its flesh;
Roses burst like blood;
Shimmering like morning haze.

The petals wilted;
Their once luscious beauty now was crusted wounds;
The petals fell like red snow;
The rosebush was dying;
Flowers encircled it, ever reminding;
Death was upon it;
And slowly it shriveled in the darkness.

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