pluck not the light
that blooms

tucked away in roses
which illuminate
the caverns of the

heart


for the petals
glow with phosphorus

the stamens spark
embers embracing eons

the stems are
entwined in the fingers
of the age old dreams of
enlightenment

the thorns
draw the blood of
angels
and
demons
alike

pluck not the light
of the blossom
which heals
wounds
wound
'round the

soul


touch not the
graceful
flower
from
an
alternate
gravity

it is not ours to hold

it's roots
reach down to


STARS


SoulSurvivor
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