O Red Rose Flower

You are,

O red rose flower, peeping out


Wanting to pluck you

Stalk and all

Numerous eyes with hands wait

Drops of dew on leaves compete

Shoot your color and form in myriad images.

A light touch, you will fall

I shall not injure you

I shall not pluck you,

But only with my eyes.

Bloom safe with pride

My desires aside.

Published by Sang

I am a freelance writer. I write what comes to my mind.

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