Thorns of a Rose

Truth beneath the rose
Flower of love and suffering
Blood still fresh on the thorns
Dream of miracle and sin

Bloodred petals on the white snow
Dying touch of innocence lost
Kiss of a rose so poison and sweet
Seductive whisper of dream

Frozen beauty lost in times
Calling of harps, wishes on sand
Crying violin erasing old lies
Moonlight shadow took now my hand

Dream of blue-eyed sky
Silent sleep for a lifetime
Frozen beauty lost in cold tide

Heart of moonlight sorrow
Painting with blood pale dawn of tomorrow
Slowly eyes caught the smile so bright
Sparkling light through the dark night

Truth beneath the rose
Flower of love and suffering
Blood still fresh on the thorns
Dream of miracle and sin
Kiss of a rose so poison and sweet
Seductive whisper of dream

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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