What makes a
rose?
Is it its
stem?
Or its petals?
The scent?
Or is it its
beauty?
The beauty of
a rose in the moonlight : captivating.
Sinful, yet
innocent.
But what about
its thorns?
It is the evil
part, is it not?
Like every charmer,
it comes with a secret
They are like
mermaids who lead sailors to their deaths,
With voices so
pure and silky.
When you spot
the rose, your thought would be lost with its beauty.
You’ll grab
for it without thinking and you’ll prick yourself with its thorns.
You’ll bleed
and one drop will stain its petals.
And that drop
is its symbol of danger.
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