Too cold at the moment to do much thinking or writing, but not quite cold enough to turn on the heater. So, without further ado, on to the day's poem:
This is a poem which I wrote during high school. The assignment was to write a bio poem about an object instead of a person. Last year it was published in an online press, The Pink Chameleon.
Romantic, Passionate, Sensuous, Aromatic
Begat from thorns
They feel the fertile soil beneath
And the cleansing tears from above
Yearning to see the dawn of tomorrow
Fearful of a careless trimmer
Resident of a sweetheart's garden
Giving life to lovers
These are the Roses
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