Roses and Red Wine

[Almatari]

Roses and Red Wine

There sits a rose, withered in it’s vase
If you look at it closely, you may be able to see a face
It’s withered petals sing of sorrow, of joy, and of pain
It’s thorns display proudly a faint stain
The stem was once slender and green, now it only resembles a broken down beam.
The leaves once held the morning dew and soaked up the sun that tasted so sweet and new
This rose resembles a heart, a soul, a being.
It has been torn and has been bleeding
It’s wounds have healed over, leaving a scar, for those who look closely, to see
How can something so gorgeous and fine become so torn down and left to die
This is when they say that life isn’t fair
This is when they say if only someone would’ve cared
But that is what makes it still so beautiful to our eyes
The gorgeousness that is still inside
The fact that something so elegant can look just as it did the very first time that eyes laid upon it
Even after all those other roses and red wine
It still holds something divine

[NeverMore]

I seem to find myself rather amazed at the talents of the new writers coming on board with us in recent months. I would have to guess and say this is not the begining of your writing though. This is a very complex work done by someone with real talent. I am thinking you are going to fit here like a glove. We have some amazing writers here, I am glad to see that you are now one of them. Thank you for joining us and we sure hope we see a great deal more works from you.

Nevermore

[Seth]

This was a beautiful write, I love the flow and imagery here. Awesome write.