Nov 2014
Roses always look beautiful
When the frost comes.
Always look poised
And fragile encased in the crystal.
But soon enough
The cold seeps in,
Blackening and withering them
Until they die.
When the frost comes.
Always look poised
And fragile encased in the crystal.
But soon enough
The cold seeps in,
Blackening and withering them
Until they die.
