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Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Garden of Rose



Are you safe in a garden of rose?
Beauty does allure
and fragrance intoxicates
but the thorns that 
ambush beneath 
in shadow of leaves
Pricks deep 
It does heal
the wound that wept
but scar remains 
of the rose you touched.

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