the prick of thorns
leaves a trickle of blood
the same red
from any color rose
from any bruised heart
Red Lights
Tanka Prose
What Remains We are newly married, live in an apartment, have no garden, but for entertainment we browse nurseries. On an impulse, we bu...
4 comments:
two yellow roses
two friends write of friendship
haiku words resound
Much🥂love
Thank you, Gillena
Adelside
A scratch of thorns: scribbles truth on roaming hands: flowers write a smile. _m
and a smile for you
Thanks, Doug
adelaide
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