@Julsijuls 11 June 2021 more from that month

[ a poem by Julsijuls ] Maybe the rose is a lady a white dress by day bloody red by night thorns as her guard her tall self the stem what a perfect beauty it is a rose is a lady indeed. But upon death a burial is not for her but she stays in between pages in the middle of a book the one you love the most in death there she rest smelling like paper and a hint of her past life. Image from https://pin.it/U5xs9Mc #ProseAndPoetry