thorns

why did we not refuse

roses begging forgiveness

who's beauty full of abuse

at door steps disguised as kindness

was recognized as a muse

leaving opened hands in blindness

bleeding with thorns of excuse

we know we must be mindless

are we responsible for roses thorns

grown to protect their delicate center

cut at the roots so we can adorn

their sensual bloom we enter

stuck in a vexed vase to mourn

so we can endure another winter

entertained by rose buds being born

perhaps we deserve the splinter

copyright RA 10/95

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