Buds In Winter Comments
A lifeless void to the night yet to come
My heart, a rose
Who's fate is to be picked and die in your palm
But should you ever leave it grow
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We are all meant to be picked, Mia. Our beauty has to be noticed. Even if a single person enjoys our (inner or outer) beauty our life will have made a difference to this world that may last for an eternity. This poem is a very nice and very poetic expression of this giant truth. ('Little purple flower' on my page expresses something related)
Somehow blood and roses always seem to fit together metaphorically. Another great poem Mia.
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7/22/2025 7:37:08 PM # 1.0.0
Hot stuff, love it, keep writing.