Snatch the rose
Pluck it from the sky, and
Drink the youth that spills from her curling lips.
A lifetime in mad moments
A sweet, dark liquor that consumes the mind and soul.
A sickening rose against the urban jungle,
Drowning in dangerous thorns
Which ruin the rough hands
that pick the precious gift.
Where’s the time gone?
Image by Kate Lee, @katrionaemilyphoto.