Roses Asunder

Man and his soulmate
Are but a glamorous bed of roses
Amongst the thorns
On a mountain of hues
Being choked by spiky cruelty
And pulled apart by gossip
Every petal of trust peeled away
And rolling down the valley
In pitiful decay of discord
Filling the valley
With shades of shredded pieces
Stick together, they should
Lest they become a bed of barren stalks
With flourishing thorns
Devoid of gallant hue
And leaving the mountain bald.
—By Ruth C. Odikaesieme.


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