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What a Red Rose Hides

Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher who writes about various subjects, including education and creative writing.

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I.

A single red rose
fooled me with its beauty.
So soft,
so smooth.
The delicate petals
damp with morning dew
attracted the sun,
letting its rays dance upon
Its skin.
It attracted the bees,
who buzzed for
attention for a taste of its nector.

II.

Wind stopped blowing.
The crisp cold air
stopped cooling.
I grabbed this rose
knowing where it'll go.
By the stem I grabbed
ready to pull.
But that rose
pricked me hard with
Its dagger-like thorn and
drew some blood.

III.

I released it,
stinging and steaming,
for what it had done.
I thought I'd found beauty.
But this rose
I found
was not to be.
This rose,
this single red rose,
had betrayed me.

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