Hungry Fish Poetry
A gallery of poetry
Monday, November 14, 2011
The rose, reaped
Scarlet petals drip,
like blood,
from the cut blossom.
Glassy dew falls,
like tears,
sparkling in descent.
Thorns claw for life,
desperate and ineffective,
while sap weeps bitter injustice.
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