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Rosebirth

Jose Zuniga
Broke into the seal

Like glass into cotton,

The rose grew,

Scattered and amazed,

Six colors, two?

Which is wiser,

The stem or the hue?

Green subjects to light,

But yellow grows it still

With beauty.

When you mention it to me,

It is just a flower to me,

Crafted from the petal

In a spiral, swords

That fit within each other

Markers of perfection

But it's the thorns that cut you through.

Published by Jose Zuniga

I'm an English Major attending California State University, Los Angeles. Currently, writing in bulk in the poetry and fantasy genres.  View profile

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