A
wild rose…
A wild rose must silently
die in wilderness,
Lone fragrance lost
will not destroy any garden;
Beauty in every seed
was crafted by great finesse,
A flower out casted is
unwanted child of none.
No grief in heart for
demise of an unworthy image,
So, death has failed to
engulf the mind in woes;
No friends, only thorns
breed within thy foliage,
Hence, a beauty turned to
shame by mouth of foes.
Of what wish in
solitude thou took absinthe sips?
Thy petals caressed by unbiased tears of numb
sky.
Not bounded by birth to
strings of relationships,
Colors of world to
bright to dream for a distinct eye.
Now, mingled in earth
for how long shall beauty stay?
Thy essence in heart
and mind will in time fade away.
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