Fate of Rose

In the garth, glittered a rose,
The lives wandered, the hearts rose,
The aroma, supernal, stuck in the nose,
Indeed a hymn for huddle, eyes show doze.

The might, made carrions to live,
Resplendent lights, convinced bees naive,
The motes hight love,stirred around well,
Brandished the sheer merriness, also in the hell.

Fate, no one can presage,
Time flies swift in rage.
Semblance festers, even of sage,
No bees, no love, today engage.

Petals wail in death’s cage.

-Osanda Janandith Thenuwara-


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