Beauty Bleeds
As choking weeds of blame are bled
the garden begins to slowly grow
despite urban glass - suburban stones
with sweet rains of love it must be fed..
…but a weed never completely dies
they breathe to inflict a constant pain
strangle the petals and steal the rain...
deep rooted hate and brambles that bite.
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A garden in its prime will mimic clouds
black blossom lips midst white satin shrouds
Just when we think we've captured Eden
the asp of drought arrives to bleed beauty out.
In our fragile minds the constant battle
between devil's claw and heaven's petals.
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