Seeds of Harvest
A gathering of friends, of foes, of eyes
A grouping of fates, of paths, demise
A web that reaches, that feels, that wanes
A forest of roses, thorns, and pains
The roots entangled, the petals that blend
The suns of spring, in autumn shall end
The bickering of leaves, the dancing of stems
The beauty of strength, each rose condemns
A melody of petals, give way to harsh wind
A delicate withering, suffering from droughts
An entwinement of roots, hide petals' sins
A rose's own thorns, muffles its shouts
Peel back petals; Expose one another
They'd all be equal; They'd all be fair
Extract the roots; They'd starve eachother
See the field free, of rose's despair
Report a Policy Violation
the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
Follow us on Twitter
Become a fan on Facebook
Comments