The Blood Red Rose Reborn

Dedicated to Rosse Nor with love and best wishes.

hate vile poison grey
pour revenge away
bitter is taste of decay

the rose was not born
bud into new bloom,
as a secret ceremonial mask
to hide dark rooted emotions,

it is time for the rose
to slip into new bud,
born of lessons learned,

to life spread in beauty,
petals spread overlapping
in sweet scented symmetry,

leave the past and dark souls,
to impale upon sharp thorns
their own prey flesh piercing,

leave the past and dark souls,
to impale upon discarded thorns
of your freedom spread leaving,

while you spread in new growth,
new bloom new beauty released
the blood red rose renewed reborn,

in moonlight in the dawn red
throughout the day of parched heat
the blood red rose fresh grows

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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