Within beauty
there is always the smile
of a clown
Its lips red bleeding on
the petals of white.
Rose's haemorrhaging.
Within the fragrance of
clotted aromas,
we cling to the reflections of beauty.
Corrupted within the smiles
of a clown,
bleeding on petals
of white roses corroding.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
Within beauty
there is always the smile
of a clown
Its lips red bleeding on
the petals of white.
Rose's haemorrhaging.
Within the fragrance of
clotted aromas,
we cling to the reflections of beauty.
Corrupted within the smiles
of a clown,
bleeding on petals
of white roses corroding.
