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CRUSHED

He slept in crushed rose petals

The thorns he saved for the night

He could bear the pain no longer

His blood red, as the rose

Pooling beneath him

Sweet, sweet copper

The scent of misery and relief

His bed of roses yet grows

From a life as crushed as a petal

Gone too soon

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Β© 2016 BS

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For Prompt Nights – Take Time Out to Smell the Roses (17)

Prompt Nights – Take time out and stop to smell the Roses – [17]

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18 responses »

  1. Gosh! Such a tender and emotive write this is Barbara πŸ™‚ I could feel each line penned down with such raw and exquisite images. Beautifully done. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❀❀

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

    • Hi, Victoria! It is so true, about roses. Maybe because they are so pretty and sweet smelling, yet have the thorns that hurt. There are so many ways to write about roses! Glad you enjoyed reading this one. πŸ™‚

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