Crimson Kiss of Thorns
A delicate bloom, a quiet wound—where love and sorrow intertwine.
By Ezria Caelis.Published 2 years ago • 1 min read
Beauty and pain entwined—would you still reach for the rose?
A rose unfurls in crimson hue,
Bathed in morning’s gentle dew.
Yet beauty thrives where sorrow stays,
Red not just from love—but wounds that stay.
Fingers bleed on thorns so fine,
Still, we reach—again, in time.
— Kaelin Ashford
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Ezria Caelis.
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