Withered Beauty
/A sinister smile
put a whole plan
in motion
with the ghost
of my fate
crossing paths
with a request
from God’s lips
to cherish an entwined
friendship spilling as water
nurturing red roses
with the shield of passion
fingers pruning thorns
placed on a casket
of regret.
By Andy Cooper
From: United States
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