Flowers (A Poem) in Short Stories And Poetry

Flowers by Randall Stuart

I saw a beautiful rose It smiled at me And gave me hope But when I went To touch the rose It stabbed me With its thorns.

So now I cannot Trust any roses Because no matter How beautiful They may be All the roses Still have thorns

I saw a beautiful Lilac bush and thought It might be different But rather than Stabbing my hand It simply died After only a month.

I saw the intoxicating Golden Current And drank in its Beautiful scent It also died too young But at least it left Me its fruit to eat.

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