When Roses Rest
When roses rest, They are still beautiful. Their scent becomes stronger, Their color more vibrant. When I grow old, I’d like to be like a rose, Personality clear, Treasured until the end. Continue reading When Roses Rest
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Beautiful Death
If you have seen my newest poetry chapbook, you know I deal with depression. Depression is not something I would wish on anyone, but it has given me a unique perspective on mortality. Death is beautiful. I have no fear of death. I’m not physically reckless because I don’t want to be injured. I’m not financially reckless either, because I like having a home and … Continue reading Beautiful Death
When Roses Rest
When roses rest, They are still beautiful. Their scent becomes stronger, Their color more vibrant. When I grow old, I’d like to be like a rose, Personality clear, Treasured until the end. Continue reading When Roses Rest
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