The Death of Roses, 玫瑰之死

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It’s July, and the world smells like roses
The Sunshine is powdered goal
My gladness can carry you
Don’t you know my sentimentality by now?

Crimson and sensual, likes splashes of blood
I shall end my life in Rose petals
The months you tended me
Your hands grew roses from my body

And I became, someone beautiful
In your expectations of tasting
Sweetness in everything
It’s July, and the world is good near you

Like a woman with untidy hair
The bouquet that was our affection had
Become messy, passionate with a fragrance
For an obsession at the garden

Of growing hidden buds, that might at any moment
Bloom, ready to die, is there anything as
Romantic as roses on a grave?

The point is you can turn my grief into love
You, like the rose are helping me find grace.

10 thoughts on “The Death of Roses, 玫瑰之死

      • This is the type of question that freaks me out because I don’t know if I got out of it what you intended, but maybe that’s the wonderful thing about poetry, or writing even. My favorite line: “Your hands grew roses from my body”. Which to me meant that sometimes we can’t see beauty but others help us see it, even in ourselves. 🙂

    • Haha if only I wrote quality verse, being prolific has yet to enable me much else that a poet’s joy. Creation is enough, I suppose 😉

  1. Lovely! My favorite part:

    “Like a woman with untidy hair
    The bouquet that was our affection had
    Become messy, passionate with a fragrance
    For an obsession at the garden”

    Such graceful words! Thank you . . . .

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