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A Withered Rose

A wilted rose is dying
Its petals falling in the wind
Like pieces of my heart

Trails of red petals scattered in the air
Like little droplets of blood
Dripping from my heart

So like the withered rose am I
Dying inside in the pool of blood
Gushing from the wound in my heart

Written by Summerrain75

Published 3rd Feb 2019

#heartbroken #love

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Re. A Withered Rose

NewBeginnings

3rd Feb 2019 8:14am

Very emotional, and heart wrenching... and the analogy of the rose was creative.

p.s. A dying rose can be clipped, and as long as the stem is not dead, another rose bud will grow, and eventually a new rose.

I hope you rise above these feelings, leave them behind, and grow and bloom into something new :)

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Summerrain75

5th Feb 2019 7:23am

Thank you NB for your lovely comment on this piece. I'll remember your advice about clipping a dying rose.:-)

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Re. A Withered Rose

snugglebuck

3rd Feb 2019 11:54am

Loved it.
Many folks don't realize that like the Venus Flytrap, roses are a bit carnivorous. They feed on the blood of victims of their thorns. Which is why many rose gardeners feed their roses blood meal. (dried blood)