Red Rose.

My obsession with the red rose manifested into words.

Beautiful rose, red as blood,

Odour so sweet and intoxicating,

Gathering beings to marvel at its beauty,

Bringing smiles to those who come by,

Growing precariously in a garden,

Or crowning a bouquet, symbol of love,

Bright vermillion rose,

Soft as satin, 

Light as a feather,

Garlanding lovers,

And enveloping those who have come to pass,

Strong on the outside,

Delicate within,

Lined with thorns to pierce the

Intentions of wrong doers,

To bleed them of their sins.

Beautiful rose, red as blood. 

The End

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