Oval, red <br />falling through space, <br />edges turned <br />beauty spurned. <br />Falling again, flashes of red <br />pure blissful dread. <br />Cut, tampered, distorted <br />rolling into a whirling mass <br />of red. <br />Lifeless, homeless <br />almost dry, <br /> <br />the petals of a rose flower <br />A red rose flower <br />that in their struggle <br />for survival were <br />bruised.....<br /><br />Morning Dew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bruised-4/
