Withered Rose

by RustySoul   May 7, 2021


The bright crimson rose
Bloomed fully well in the season.
It left a strong incense to the hand that plucked it....
And as time grew, it started to wilt and wither.
Before dying it left a scar on the same hand that had crushed it.

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