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Red rose bud

ripped from its thorny stem

premature petals, bleeding

into the white snow.

Twisted roots

buried under sheets of snow.

Twisting and turning,

tripping as she runs.

Brisk breaths pluming,

through the mist,

rising between

whirling trees.

Trees, rugged and craggy.

Tearing pale, battered flesh,

as she runs between them,

fighting to get away.

Reviews

[Jackie]

Is she being chased. And attacked by something??
Sure makes one think. Atleast it does for me..quite imaginitive too. Lovely write