Crimson Rose |
Crimson Rose |
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![]() Koorime ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 153 Joined: Sep 2005 Member No: 237,135 ![]() |
The wind whispers across
The beautiful roses. The heavenly scent carries Along the wind and I smile. Walking alone, along the gardens I come across a Solitary white rose. It was standing Tall and erect, And I grin to myself as I Notice that it was thornless. I pick it from its grassy home And bring it up to my Face to smell its scent, But as I glance at it, I gasp in surprise. The ivory rose was Stained crimson with blood. Dropping it with shock, I stare at my shaking hands. They were covered in blood And I was deathly afraid I looked up As I heard a whispery voice But I didn't see anyone Another white rose Was set out on the ground Right in front of me But this time I didn't let My love for flowers Get the best of me I didn't know if It was going to Be another crimson stained rose. I wouldn't take the chance. |
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![]() Koorime ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 153 Joined: Sep 2005 Member No: 237,135 ![]() |
It was more symbolic because most of the time I've placed roses on my grandparent's graves and I've cried more than once and instead of normal tears being in the roses, I made them be tears of blood and they stained the roses red basically making them red roses...A kind of creepy thing the way i wrote about them, but they're a symbol of love.
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