The Rose and the Thorn

The red little bloom on the side of the walk

Caught my eye at the start of dawn

The cherry little sight was too hard to balk

The sweet little whiff made me to carry on the long

 

Blink of an eye with the lost thoughts

The best was to loot even with the warn

Looked either side to grapple on the stalk

The torn in the way with a tingle on the grope

 

Thorn turned red from the hash of the wound

Rouse from the sleep from the sudden dwam

Grief stuck hard hurting through the soul

The gloomy little journey came crashing down the long

 

The sweet little glimpse was so hard to loose

Mutter on the way of  her charming smook

The simper in the air with the lovely booze

Strode down the path with the clenched bloom

 

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