
My dream seemed absurd
In the pink glow of dawn;
Those hoofbeats I heard—
Mere drums in a song.
Then I saw the red rose
You left at my door:
So sweet to my nose;
Dripping blood on the floor.
My fingers were pricked,
By thorns vicious and vile;
I began to feel sick,
Then you appeared with a smile…

Written for Tourmaline’s Challenge.
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I think you’re growing as a poet. Your poetry in recent weeks is different and more evocative
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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Very nice poetry,have given justice to the prompt 👍 😀
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🎶Every rose has it’s thorn…🎶
I like it!🌹💕
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Thank you 🥰
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Creepy, especially the rose dripping blood. Good write!
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Awesome! So spooky! 😀
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Thanks 😻
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