• asakanxa 10w

    Rose and Thorn

    She was a rose
    He was the thorn,
    Rude but protecting her.
    Everytime someone came to flock,
    He showed his immense power.
    They stayed throughout the spring,
    They saw summer together.
    They danced in rain,
    They witnessed every weather.
    She was attractive red,
    He was a rebellious lover.
    He kept her safe in his arms,
    She was the one to give him shelter.
    They were so much in love,
    And promising to each other
    When her petals started falling,
    The thorn stopped breathing forever.

    By Akankshya Mahapatra