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Blood Rose
The Rose is full of tears
Its petals are made of blood
Its petals still bleed
A cordial story is hidden in that wetness
A sword pierces through it
Something is slowly tearing its petals
But someone mourns for that flower
blood flows
Stop blaming her
Its buds perish
But one feels guilty in her situation
Bonanza perishes from her
now she is like a corpse
She is covered in a ball of sorrow
But no one knows that she is in pain
because she is still pouring fragrance
but there is a hidden story
Now her petals are bleeding
Waiting for the pyre
Someone is singing an eulogy for her
Fulsome words are futile
She fades like a mist
Gracious heart is filled with wounds
Those wounds will never heal
Promises were fervent
It still gives lethal wounds to her heart
Now she is like a scapegoat
Sigh of her soul went up
Painful story is hidden
Someone is hiding in that story
© Amara Aksa Lorance
Its petals are made of blood
Its petals still bleed
A cordial story is hidden in that wetness
A sword pierces through it
Something is slowly tearing its petals
But someone mourns for that flower
blood flows
Stop blaming her
Its buds perish
But one feels guilty in her situation
Bonanza perishes from her
now she is like a corpse
She is covered in a ball of sorrow
But no one knows that she is in pain
because she is still pouring fragrance
but there is a hidden story
Now her petals are bleeding
Waiting for the pyre
Someone is singing an eulogy for her
Fulsome words are futile
She fades like a mist
Gracious heart is filled with wounds
Those wounds will never heal
Promises were fervent
It still gives lethal wounds to her heart
Now she is like a scapegoat
Sigh of her soul went up
Painful story is hidden
Someone is hiding in that story
© Amara Aksa Lorance
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