A mystic rose,blood red and bloomingburies a sweet scentwithin its soft folds.The fragrance apart,a moral too liesburied deepwithin its folds.The moral of how tostand still among thornsand exhibit exuberancethat evokes aweby every gazethat falls on it.To blossom from a budto a livid flower,despite braving the oddsBe it rain, sun or cold.To be termed a symbolof love pure,To be crushedbeneath the foot,yet to keep bestowingmatchless fragrance.It doesn't speak,It does not sayIts a silent symbolportraying life,where once in a whilewe should stop byto smell the roses....
Welcome back my friend, we missed your good choice of writing.
Very nice poem.
The rose is a love symbol because of its beauty and smell, it also shows the hurting side of love with its thorns.
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guess took some time to regain my creativity:-)
Very nice poem.
The rose is a love symbol because of its beauty and smell, it also shows the hurting side of love with its thorns.