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 ![]() |
Yeah most of the time it is...I usually pick up a pen and get out my notebook when I can't usually get out my feelings in words and they just seem to flow out on the paper...Or I just start to draw something and I write something that goes with the picture....
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