Thorns

All day the roses hid
The thorns preparing
For another battle
With thorns
Without roses;
hurting without intention
They say
As they invite you
To lay your head
Where thoughts
Will penetrate
And all the bubbles burst
Because they are thorns.
Why did you think
It would not hurt?
All day long
the roses hid
And at night
When the light
Disappears
So will the hurt
Under a soft cover
Of dreams
Where the roses
Reappear
In red perfumed
fields .

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About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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