Secrets Hidden in the Roses
There have been roses placed upon the skin;
Skin that almost glows with transparency.
Mourners have had years to say their kind words,
But choose to do so when the other is no longer here.
It is strange, watching young, lively children
Paste on smiles and swallow lies.
They have constricted their minds around a false image.
Children spit at defiancy and pull against it.
Stories are chewed like gum and some adults
Pop the most innocent bubbles;
Those stories are choked down.
They are the hardest to swallow.
When the petals of a rose wilt: something beautiful dies.
That is why-we pluck them.
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