Burning Rose

by Kevin   Oct 27, 2004


The truth
the only truth right now
floats before me as flower
no rose of my mind
could ever match it in beauty
or simplicity

and it is this reason for
that I cannot bear to touch it
to know it’s beauty truly

I am overawed
my hands so close
so very close to it’s petals
I smell it’s smell
and know it well
yet half the truth is living hell

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  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Romantic and erotic, perhaps tragic depending on how it's taken. Regardless, wonderful analogy.

  • 20 years ago

    by Brandy Sansotta

    I like you work so much that I had to add you to my favorites.

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