Sun. Jan 26th, 2020

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My Rose

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With a sweet scent that blows
Away the smell of a carcass

So sweet and tasty
Defeating the taste of bitterness

Its brightness sweeps away every darkness.

With the clairvoyance that brings serenity, strength and Hope.

And Oh, the fragrance is more than Frankincense and myrrh

But it has a torn.
My rose flower has a torn.

A torn that pierces the hand
And creates a hole in the heart.

A torn that finds its way into the soul. Dividing the attention of the Mind.

Oh Yes, my Rose has a torn
A torn that was created with all the alluring qualities.

Where from the torn?
I asked
It was part of the package
Before time.

At the sound of this answer, I smiled yet I wept inside.

My Rose shouldn’t have carried this sharp torn.

Ambijay

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