Roses
by Truman Der
(3/3/03)
She is a stem as
                  she skates on slipperiness
She is thorns as
                  she climbs on knowledge

She is a rosebud as
                  covers sit on her outer beauty
She is petals as
                   protection hides her inner beauty

She is heavy as
                  paper being thrown away and burned
She is light as
                  a puma dancing on feathers

She is red as
                  a ladybug sleeps in your hands
She is black as
                  darkness comes to life

She is blooming as
                   the springtime explodes far
She is falling as
                    the end races near
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