reality is not in the red petals <br />of the rose <br />decorated with six drops of dew <br /> <br />it is in the prick of the thorns <br />piercing your skin <br />letting out drops and drops of <br />blood <br /> <br />it is the pain in the mind <br />when the body starts to move out of focus <br />when the heart <br />begins to sing the old lines of the blues<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prick-of-the-thorns/
