Master Minded's blog: "Poems"

The thorn of a rose for it to show..

Courses to grow through the orbits it holds..

Awe for the glow that it exists only to force through the lobes..

Of its flesh that often can go beyond what it often can know..

Taunting the soul wandering slow through the porcelain globe..

To be the fraudelant stone pain if it forces its grope on the one rose