A Rose
Our celibacy evolved slowly,
emerging gradually
like a hopeful rose blooming on a dark night.
The red colors of a rose are stains,
painted with blood
drawn by it’s perfumed thorns.
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Our celibacy evolved slowly,
emerging gradually
like a hopeful rose blooming on a dark night.
The red colors of a rose are stains,
painted with blood
drawn by it’s perfumed thorns.