
Rose of Sharon
Date: Monday, 4th September 2017 @ 01:05:14 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Cathartic
picture my body
atop the grave like an offering
a single rose
wilting and sharp to the touch
I cry remembering the days when we were young and feral like the weeds
hearts growing to and from one another
children of the sun
from the ground we came
a single rose
and to it we return
my body
an offering to the dead
I know nothing with more life than our loves grave
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