Unbled Wounds - T ABRAHAM
(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)
A dying rose lying in the garden,
With its petals and greens intact,
Meeting its death on mother land,
A hand which tried to hold it back,
Could only hold onto the thorns,
Piercing and gushing out blood,
To bring life to the fading petals,
Wounds that bleed feeling no pain,
But the eternity speaks with no gain,
Petalled rose being soaked in red,
Both meeting their final destiny,
Crushed hands clutching the rose,
The grab drops and so does the life,
Departs away within one toss.
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