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Jul 10
I found a rose by the front door
in the morning
Laying there on the porch
Waiting for me to pick it up
The most beautiful red rose
I have ever seen
The colour intense and deep
I got it up and felt gentle,
velvet petals
So sensual to touch
Smelled the flower’s amazing smell
Just perfect

No note…

Who can be my generous
Maybe the handsome guy
living next door
Or some mysterious admirer
A thought of it stroked my ego
with pleasure

But, wait a minute…

Maybe someone lost it
Or threw it away like unwanted
Maybe it's just a mistake
I looked at the rose again
Not so beautiful any more
The smell, not amazing
like before
And the colour a bit pale

Suddenly I saw all thorns...

Maybe it was my enemy
Dropped the bloom on purpose
Yes, it must have been that
stupid neighbour lady
She planted the flower here
and now she laughs sneeringly
I'll throw it away
to show her I don’t care

Stupid ****,
in the morning bothering me...
Written by
Anya  42/F/London
   Mark S
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