- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Evolution of a Rose
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In the cold depths of winter, a rose sleeps.
Her once rosy petals turned the color of blood beneath the shadow of snow
The frost stills her once pounding heart
The arctic breeze freezes her tears forever entrapping them in ice
The day as dark as night, in the cold endless slumber at winter’s height
After what seems an eternal slumber
The rose feels the warmth of the sun on her petals
The frost melts
The tears thaw and fall like rain, nourishing her dry and fragile roots
She revels the light of the sun, but fears the cold of winter…
She shivers in the memory.
The winter remembered …with the autumn breeze
The rose, about to bloom is chilled and seeks refuge in her green leaves and bitter thorns
The sun a wanting unrealized
The rose resumes her slumber, dreaming her dreams of the sun.
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