Roses, whisper of timeless, boundless, unending, eternity
Silky, soft, dewy, crimson petals, promise one enduring, passionate, love
Delicate, ethereal, other-worldly fragrance, lifts spirits, stirs hearts and transports minds
Alas! sharp, pointed, ugly thorns pierce, tear tender flesh, spill blood, and torment
Bloody roses; oceans and aeons apart, yet forming one ghoulish, dripping-wet tapestry
Grim offerings to countless, human tragedies of truncated, stolen, brutalised, earthly paradise
Priceless tokens, testifying to myriad, gun-yoked lives, defiled, despoiled, and deflowered
A thornless, rose-carpeted, damask scented, celestial stairway to blissful heaven, awaits
Past, and future, innocent victims of grisly, hellish, gun violence
Every rose, an indelible bloodstain, and a solemn, true witness, to man's inhumanity to man.
 �2021 by Irene Fowler
(Article changed on Oct 20, 2021 at 7:00 AM EDT)
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