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Tall and poised
Glittering pose
Nothing compares
To the glass rose
*
Fragile, thin
The petals are
When in your spite
You’ve gone too far
*
Petals fall
One by one
Broken glass
Can’t be undone
*
What will become of this rose?
Will it’s petals all fall?
Will it die by prose?
What if, when the last piece goes,
A stem anew begins to grow?
Could it adapt? Could it be strong?
Could it change and right the wrong?
*
Roses are glass,
Some are iron,
Take care with me
My snowy siren
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~S.L.
About the Creator
Shannon Loewen
Hi there :) I use poetry as a processing tool and only recently began to share my works. Thank you for reading them <3
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