Rose why cry
in the sun set streams
if you abide by
beauty in dreams.
Don't cry in tears of sand
or fall ill in heartache
from the wonderland
and its merciless blade.
You have earned it all
given your petals shine
from the withdrawal
of a goldmine
that hid on sight.
Stem ripped
to be given to another.
what wonder to fall in manuscript
rather
than fill a spot and be given life.
YOU ARE READING
The Maze of Curiosities
PoetryPoetry is a writing of passion And a lonely fashion Hated by most But something to toast. This writing would be heaven And a worth given lesson To anyone out there To become bare And be Rare. How may you ask? Leave your mask Forget its existen...
