Rose Fangs Turn Time

Delicate rose, the bell

to new emotions

and the dawn,

I can touch velvet petals

fragrance tells me of hope,

new castles

and the way

to reach what I adore

and thought forgotten,

to drop all curtains

and disguise

I'm still in love

entrust tomorrow

to roses that promise the world

on wings.

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They carry passion

and the road

seems wider with each flower,

they suddenly grow fangs

when anger is around

and laughter

threatens to wipe out joy,

cruel desires

shedding fear.

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Roses are still my mirror

into now,

the past, present,

in the night

a new beginning

stays tucked inside

each rose

golden the thread,

red petals to embrace

threshold or precipice.

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I go on spreading flowers

what is forgiveness

if no good deeds light the way,

where is your heart

is spirit perched on cliff

of mint horizon?

© 2022 Amy Christie