Withering Roses

Created by Brenda Li

What beauty lies in rain of darkened day?

If sorrow blooms in chest’s firm clenched fists

Then terrors steals the fragile harkened way

Heard louder bleats than reason’s cry insists

Each tender day echos weaker than th’last

Reveals our wilt in frost with zero tithes

In melodies retrieved from summer’s past

Not all forgotten growing in the piths

Grievances give way to nostalgic gifts

Replace the shallow pits and sallow wits

Our memories may haunt us in our rifts

Sabre souls and savour succulent twists

Even in the darkest hours will we find the myths

Sweet nothing more’s which urge us to persist


Withering Roses

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