Growing Roses
My roses stand together
like a cackle of old women.
Each tries to out adorn the other,
smiles with beauty,
but hurts with thorns.
Move them a part from each other,
they might die and wither.
My roses stand together
like a cackle of old women.
Have a great holiday weekend and thank you for visiting today!
Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons c2019
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