She
Hidden under a bed of thorns, was a million dollar rose. As gracious as it was, there were a lot of unveiled emotions untold. Forsaken from the world, it was to suffer on its own. It was the unseen queen of the inhumane world. No being could possibly hunt it nor hurt it. As every thorn was its knight on the moonless nights. The pricking thorns does more harm than unworthy swords. For It is yet to wield the strongest weapon of them all.
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Roos
I really like this style of writing a poem. In my opinion There is always a bigger story be told. Between the lines.
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Maee
@Roos Thank you! And yes there is a bigger story. Glad you understood. 💛
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