Rosey thorns.

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Chaotic rush of uninhabited thoughts

spilling mindlessly across atoms.

Ping balling, gaining speed in a forgotten

labyrinth of dark shadows of ecstasy.

 If I reveal my blackened wings, will you

still see my halo among the thorns of survival.

Without thorns the rose is just a flower

with an unknown hint of fragrance

and without her subtle floral fragrance

she is just a flower with thorns.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Words and image )

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19 thoughts on “Rosey thorns.

      1. Ha ha yes it will Eric :-)…tis a good thing my flattery is always filled you genuine..ness…not actually sure if genuine..Ness is a real word. 🙂

      2. Well that makes it all the better! And this is t internet, it’s a real word if you want it to be 😉

      3. See now I think you’re an more awesome than before! We word-inventors gotta stick together!

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